A month after hitting the gym after a hiatus AGAIN (yeah yeah, again again), I agree with watsinaname.
but the problem with an undecided Libran like me, is the inability to see things through.
Aug '06: Join gym for 3 months
Sep '06:Step out to go to gym, but walk into Namdharis instead and spend time dawdling over exotic fruits and veggies, pore over and sniff at herbs, read fine print on jars of fancy guacamole dressing and haul jars of pesto et al. back home.
Sep end '06: Convince self that gym is a waste of time and don't even make eye contact with shoes, track pants etc.
Oct '06: Stroll in to gym guiltily, on an odd day of the week . Promise instructor to show up more often and then disappear.
Oct end '06: Go off on vacation, forget all about gym and feign deafness and understanding disabilities on any mention of fitness, exercise, gym etc.
Nov '06: Contemplate and join a sports club to play badminton. Go with hubby, get exhausted and get laughed at for playing a miserable "girlie" backhand.
Rest of Nov'06: Transfer badminton membership to a friend
Rest of 06: Forget exercising, and put on weight.
Jan 07: Resolve to join Yoga , at least am convinced that it may be my thing.
Feb-Mar'07: Mull over the Yoga idea
April '07: Buy a yoga mat and 2 kg dumbbells
May '07 onwards: Exercise on and off inspired by the better half.
Until June '08 my erratic exercising pattern continued.
And then, the office announced the opening of a gym, for employees. Just my thing. Right here in my backyard and since then, till date, have been a regular gym person .
Here is to a long spell ( always the Libran optimist) at working out!
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
view-counter view!
On a T-shirt:
God is too big for any one religion.
~ Tantra
Agreed, but for nay-sayers, God don't figure in life; real life.
For them zealots, religion is larger than God.
God is too big for any one religion.
~ Tantra
Agreed, but for nay-sayers, God don't figure in life; real life.
For them zealots, religion is larger than God.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Papillon
I saw the heart-wrenching Papillon yesterday. And yeah, for the first time.
And more endearing than Steve McQueen (Papi), was the quirky counterfieter-Dustin Hoffman (Louis Dega).
Though it may be a story of perseverance and adventure, it was poignantly funny in parts, especially parts which focussed on Dega's conversations.
Clusiot: You're Louis Dega. I'm Clusiot. How come you ended up in a place like this?
Dega: Favoritism!
Prisoner: I know you, you're Dega. You're a very intelligent man!
Dega: Thank you. I seem to be known in all the wrong places.
Doctor : You're fine. Next!
Dega: Must be better than I feel.
And more endearing than Steve McQueen (Papi), was the quirky counterfieter-Dustin Hoffman (Louis Dega).
Though it may be a story of perseverance and adventure, it was poignantly funny in parts, especially parts which focussed on Dega's conversations.
Clusiot: You're Louis Dega. I'm Clusiot. How come you ended up in a place like this?
Dega: Favoritism!
Prisoner: I know you, you're Dega. You're a very intelligent man!
Dega: Thank you. I seem to be known in all the wrong places.
Doctor : You're fine. Next!
Dega: Must be better than I feel.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
I received an invitation from a friend (or the friend's email address) to join a dating network.
A. I am not interested in dating anyone, while B. I am married and C. much married, at that! and D. am totally not interested in enrolling in a dating network when E. I am just beginning to squeeze in my books and writing and cooking and ' project pamper yourself' into my schedule now.
And just for the record, I feel the same, 4 invites later.
A. I am not interested in dating anyone, while B. I am married and C. much married, at that! and D. am totally not interested in enrolling in a dating network when E. I am just beginning to squeeze in my books and writing and cooking and ' project pamper yourself' into my schedule now.
And just for the record, I feel the same, 4 invites later.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
And yards and yards of beautiful Indian prints..
Nothing ever beats Indian fabrics- seriously nothing. Especially cotton and silk with the lovely motifs and textures. I have been peering at swathes of fabrics in the trunk of a friend's car, in the office parking lot.
I am weaving designs and sketches in my head and am getting super excited about it.
So there's this lovely exhibition called Nandana in Safina Plaza, by Rati Bhat,
She showcases some exquisite fabrics (cotton, silks, tussars) and must haves.
When? 21st to 23rd July.
Of course, Safina Plaza, is the very end of Infantry Road, Bangalore.
I am weaving designs and sketches in my head and am getting super excited about it.
So there's this lovely exhibition called Nandana in Safina Plaza, by Rati Bhat,
She showcases some exquisite fabrics (cotton, silks, tussars) and must haves.
When? 21st to 23rd July.
Of course, Safina Plaza, is the very end of Infantry Road, Bangalore.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
We all have those days, eh? Days when you have shit loads of work and no inclination to touch it. Days when, you realise you have the gray pallor of fatigue and interestingly, no seemingly valid reasons to cause the fatigue. Days when the brownie sits and stares at you - and divine brownie that, and you dont wanna touch it. Days when the left eye feels weird and keeps fluttering of its own accord.
And what about days when people are making interesting conversation and you are nodding, and smiling knowledgably, interjecting your 2 pennies of wisdom while you are really drifting off into your litte dark dungeon in your head, hoping people'd just leave you be.
Well yes, today was that day and now that I got it out there, I dont care anymore, about the day or what I felt or what I just wrote. Then again, I probably feel the new way, 'cos of what i wrote... Hell !
Thursday, June 26, 2008
United States of Leland
I watched United States of Leland last night , and I think it was beautiful and sad, at the same time.
What stayed with me, through today--
Kevin Spacey: I recall when our lives were unusual and electric. When we burned with something close to fire. But now we sway to a different rhythm. Lives lived without meaning or even directed hope. The passage of time measured only by loss. Loss of a job, loss of a minivan... a son.
Don Cheadle: I'm only human, man.
Ryan Gosling: It's funny how people only say that after they do something bad. I mean, you never hear someone say, 'I'm only human' after they rescue a kid from a burning building.
What stayed with me, through today--
Kevin Spacey: I recall when our lives were unusual and electric. When we burned with something close to fire. But now we sway to a different rhythm. Lives lived without meaning or even directed hope. The passage of time measured only by loss. Loss of a job, loss of a minivan... a son.
Don Cheadle: I'm only human, man.
Ryan Gosling: It's funny how people only say that after they do something bad. I mean, you never hear someone say, 'I'm only human' after they rescue a kid from a burning building.
Monday, June 09, 2008
Of Red Earth...
My long overdue piece on the Nrityagram visit, a couple of weekends back:
Saturday was the day of the red earth.
Hessaraghatta village is home to the beautiful Nrityagram.
Nrityagram of the tweeting of a million birds, of foliage so lush and dense, you could be in a tropical rainforest.
Nrityagram of the beautiful dancers. Of the cobbled stone walkway, of the stone cottages, of the red oxide floor, of feet rhythmically pounding on the red oxide,in unison.
We walked in on three Odissi dancers rehearsing a Mangalacharan piece.
The Mangalacharan is an auspicious rendition, which comprises of the Bhumi Pranam, the Vandana and the Sabha Pranam.
As the names suggest - Bhumi Pranam, is a a prayer to Mother Earth, the Vandana is offered to Lord Ganesh (to overcome all obstacles and pray for a beautiful performance) and the Sabha Pranam, is an offering of respect to the Gods, the Guru and the audience, at large.
We couldnt peel our eyes off the dancers - and they werent even in costume . Its quite amazing to see, how beautiful one can look in a much worn cotton saree, with a string of flowers in one's hair.
Nrityagram seems like a piece of red earth, stuck in a time warp - a lovely time warp. But its still plagued by the harsh realities of modern day needs - no donors, no sponsors, no other funds, not many students. Nrityagram's aura has faded, after the passing of its celeb founder- the charismatic Protima Bedi.
It seems in dire need of a resurrection. Else the sharks might just take it over to flaunt an erstwhile dance school.
Saturday was the day of the red earth.
Hessaraghatta village is home to the beautiful Nrityagram.
Nrityagram of the tweeting of a million birds, of foliage so lush and dense, you could be in a tropical rainforest.
Nrityagram of the beautiful dancers. Of the cobbled stone walkway, of the stone cottages, of the red oxide floor, of feet rhythmically pounding on the red oxide,in unison.
We walked in on three Odissi dancers rehearsing a Mangalacharan piece.
The Mangalacharan is an auspicious rendition, which comprises of the Bhumi Pranam, the Vandana and the Sabha Pranam.
As the names suggest - Bhumi Pranam, is a a prayer to Mother Earth, the Vandana is offered to Lord Ganesh (to overcome all obstacles and pray for a beautiful performance) and the Sabha Pranam, is an offering of respect to the Gods, the Guru and the audience, at large.
We couldnt peel our eyes off the dancers - and they werent even in costume . Its quite amazing to see, how beautiful one can look in a much worn cotton saree, with a string of flowers in one's hair.
Nrityagram seems like a piece of red earth, stuck in a time warp - a lovely time warp. But its still plagued by the harsh realities of modern day needs - no donors, no sponsors, no other funds, not many students. Nrityagram's aura has faded, after the passing of its celeb founder- the charismatic Protima Bedi.
It seems in dire need of a resurrection. Else the sharks might just take it over to flaunt an erstwhile dance school.
Paraprosdokian :-)
It does sound like the Armenian/ Assyrian Yossarian, don't it!
Hehe and it means
A paraprosdokian (from Greek "παρα-", meaning "beyond" and "προσδοκία", meaning "expectation") is a figure of speech in which the latter part of a sentence or phrase is surprising or unexpected in a way that causes the reader or listener to reframe the first part. It is frequently used for humorous or dramatic effect, sometimes producing an anticlimax. For this reason, it is extremely popular among comedians and satirists.
Hehe and it means
A paraprosdokian (from Greek "παρα-", meaning "beyond" and "προσδοκία", meaning "expectation") is a figure of speech in which the latter part of a sentence or phrase is surprising or unexpected in a way that causes the reader or listener to reframe the first part. It is frequently used for humorous or dramatic effect, sometimes producing an anticlimax. For this reason, it is extremely popular among comedians and satirists.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
I keep seeking...
Knowing not, where the search ends...
Knowing not, what it is that I seek...
I sense a void , not of something wrenched out,
But of something, unborn...
A hidden someone, who preys on my thoughts and seizes my heart sends me on a voyage...
I travel through mystical lands and witching climes on a frail gossamer train...
And when I arrive at the fork , I slip out of my reverie and wonder what lay beyond.
Knowing not, where the search ends...
Knowing not, what it is that I seek...
I sense a void , not of something wrenched out,
But of something, unborn...
A hidden someone, who preys on my thoughts and seizes my heart sends me on a voyage...
I travel through mystical lands and witching climes on a frail gossamer train...
And when I arrive at the fork , I slip out of my reverie and wonder what lay beyond.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Snippets from the news- Asia
The loss of so many children is particularly poignant in China, where the government's family planning policies, aimed at curbing population growth, mean that most have lost their only child.
- ExpressIndia, reporting on the earthquake in China.
Bunkered away in the centre of the country, the secret and reclusive generals who rule Myanmar fear all foreigners. Rather than alleviating the suffering wrought by Cyclone Nargis, the top generals' primary concern at present is to preserve their power and protect their families' future position and wealth.
For decades, the ruling military regimes have kept Myanmar isolated, fearing that opening the country up would impact both its businesses and culture, and still worse, foster subversive thoughts like freedom of speech and democracy.
-AlJazeera.net
- ExpressIndia, reporting on the earthquake in China.
Bunkered away in the centre of the country, the secret and reclusive generals who rule Myanmar fear all foreigners. Rather than alleviating the suffering wrought by Cyclone Nargis, the top generals' primary concern at present is to preserve their power and protect their families' future position and wealth.
For decades, the ruling military regimes have kept Myanmar isolated, fearing that opening the country up would impact both its businesses and culture, and still worse, foster subversive thoughts like freedom of speech and democracy.
-AlJazeera.net
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
The Cricket Premier League.
The IPL has changed my life as it was - and not in a nice way.
The surfing spouse, is a changed man. Am I glad for twenty over games ? I am not sure , anymore.
Evenings are occupied by the IPL games and mornings by re-runs. And yes, the quality time in between, is spent in avidly following on-field/off-field cricketing shenanigans and silly post- match, pre-match commentaries and cheerleading morality.
Any movement - real or imagined, towards the remote , is swiftly quelled by yelling, whooping, mild threats and angry gesticulation.
A physical barrier of human limbs and entire humans sprawled across the expanse between the couch and the TV seeks to thwart potential trespassers.
Don't get me wrong here. I used like cricket, a good deal, in the one day fifty over games; my affinity being driven by a strong sense of nationalistic pride. You see the problem now? I dont care enough for any of the states / regions to firmly support one. To add to the disarray, my tiny brain finds it hard to process that MS Dhoni from Jharkhand plays for Chennai, Harbhajan for Mumbai and Sreesanth for Punjab (I could be wrong about one or more here). The Southerners don't play for the South and vice versa. Yeah,yeah! IPL goes beyond boundaries and all that - Bah.
And what's with the uniform -I mean, Hello, how does one correlate . There are no GLARING visual identifiers - as they'd assert in marketing, I am the consumer, they lost to the brand association/identity lacuna.
I, in all earnestness, have tried to the follow the damn league games. I pride myself on being a thorough 'start at the grassroots' kinda girl and I find myself stumbling right there at
Stage 1: Identify the team. :-(
The spouse draws huge laughs from this Q & A session , we have
He: So honey, who is playing- DON'T LOOK AT THE TICKER!
Me: Uh....uh... there's Yuvraj, must be Delhi Daredevils!
He: Sweetie ( feigned patience) we went over this ten minutes back.
Me: Ok Ok! There's Parthiv Patel cute boy, so I'm sure Baroda's playing.
He: BARODA's not even an IPL team, OK.
Me: Ha... I know Chennai is playing - (Source: visual association- yellow {color of summer= only season in Chennai}= Chennai uniform)
Yaay ( whooping) , I was right!
I am actually beginning to enjoy IPL myself, especially during the endless Vodafone 'Happy to Help' cute pug commercials and the Pepsi -MS Dhoni- Rajinikant commercials.
The surfing spouse, is a changed man. Am I glad for twenty over games ? I am not sure , anymore.
Evenings are occupied by the IPL games and mornings by re-runs. And yes, the quality time in between, is spent in avidly following on-field/off-field cricketing shenanigans and silly post- match, pre-match commentaries and cheerleading morality.
Any movement - real or imagined, towards the remote , is swiftly quelled by yelling, whooping, mild threats and angry gesticulation.
A physical barrier of human limbs and entire humans sprawled across the expanse between the couch and the TV seeks to thwart potential trespassers.
Don't get me wrong here. I used like cricket, a good deal, in the one day fifty over games; my affinity being driven by a strong sense of nationalistic pride. You see the problem now? I dont care enough for any of the states / regions to firmly support one. To add to the disarray, my tiny brain finds it hard to process that MS Dhoni from Jharkhand plays for Chennai, Harbhajan for Mumbai and Sreesanth for Punjab (I could be wrong about one or more here). The Southerners don't play for the South and vice versa. Yeah,yeah! IPL goes beyond boundaries and all that - Bah.
And what's with the uniform -I mean, Hello, how does one correlate . There are no GLARING visual identifiers - as they'd assert in marketing, I am the consumer, they lost to the brand association/identity lacuna.
I, in all earnestness, have tried to the follow the damn league games. I pride myself on being a thorough 'start at the grassroots' kinda girl and I find myself stumbling right there at
Stage 1: Identify the team. :-(
The spouse draws huge laughs from this Q & A session , we have
He: So honey, who is playing- DON'T LOOK AT THE TICKER!
Me: Uh....uh... there's Yuvraj, must be Delhi Daredevils!
He: Sweetie ( feigned patience) we went over this ten minutes back.
Me: Ok Ok! There's Parthiv Patel cute boy, so I'm sure Baroda's playing.
He: BARODA's not even an IPL team, OK.
Me: Ha... I know Chennai is playing - (Source: visual association- yellow {color of summer= only season in Chennai}= Chennai uniform)
Yaay ( whooping) , I was right!
I am actually beginning to enjoy IPL myself, especially during the endless Vodafone 'Happy to Help' cute pug commercials and the Pepsi -MS Dhoni- Rajinikant commercials.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Friday, May 09, 2008
Early today , I woke to a dark gloomy sky, a tiny nip in the air and the still lingering smell of wet earth from yesterday's sudden shower. The air hung heavy with the imminent promise of a wet gloomy day. And then I noticed my tiny hibiscus bud, trembling under the dew...
I made a mental note to not douse my plants in water today.
Eventually the clouds drifted along to another land and the sun shone- nice and bright.
And lo and behold, my tinny bud had blossomed into a youthful Hibiscus rosa-sinensis.
Thursday, May 08, 2008
I think I would recommend "The Savages" to anyone, who'd appreciate the need to forgive, especially a parent.
"Jon, he cared, Dad did-he possibly forgot all about us, because of the ...(dementia)."
"Jon, he cared, Dad did-he possibly forgot all about us, because of the ...(dementia)."
I have 'dog -eared' my copy of Kari, by Amruta Patil.
Its doing its rounds among the community of feeful , who were sucked up by it, at first glance, on a certain evening at 'Nivedita'.
I hope it leaves a happy ache in the heart of all you devourers.
I get all misty-eyed and achy when I think of the book.
Its doing its rounds among the community of feeful , who were sucked up by it, at first glance, on a certain evening at 'Nivedita'.
I hope it leaves a happy ache in the heart of all you devourers.
I get all misty-eyed and achy when I think of the book.
To be continued, it says , at the very end, when Kari seemingly bobs out of her sewer.
I will wait...
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Of a haunting late evening at work.
I have always loved her with a reverence bordering on obsequiousness. I always chose her over compatriots as the only object of my intense affection...
But today, in the quiet of the office at 7: 00 pm, I discovered him.
Ah the "but" - the beautifully worrying harbinger of a dark something to come.
He smelt of a faint burnt something, tingling the inside of my head. The redolence that hung in the air, drew me to him almost like a smooth slithering fluid movement in space. I closed my eyes, felt around for the source and urged myself away. He was no good, for my clingy self. I did not need him, to latch onto - not when I had pledged my allegiance to her, through solemn oaths, serious money and passionate research.
What do I do? My heart draws me to the forbidden, while my mind wills me to stay with my faithful paramour. She was this warm brown subtle concoction - ever delightful...
Tea, I am sorry for doing this to you.
Damn the new roasty beaned coffee machine! You, I will briefly indulge and wait to pooh-pooh away.
But today, in the quiet of the office at 7: 00 pm, I discovered him.
Ah the "but" - the beautifully worrying harbinger of a dark something to come.
He smelt of a faint burnt something, tingling the inside of my head. The redolence that hung in the air, drew me to him almost like a smooth slithering fluid movement in space. I closed my eyes, felt around for the source and urged myself away. He was no good, for my clingy self. I did not need him, to latch onto - not when I had pledged my allegiance to her, through solemn oaths, serious money and passionate research.
What do I do? My heart draws me to the forbidden, while my mind wills me to stay with my faithful paramour. She was this warm brown subtle concoction - ever delightful...
Tea, I am sorry for doing this to you.
Damn the new roasty beaned coffee machine! You, I will briefly indulge and wait to pooh-pooh away.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
An entire post here is dedicated to Prats and Air Deccan
We love what you did Prats!
And Air Deccan- You rock.
And Air Deccan- You rock.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Did we talk about the trip to XLRI yet?
- I loved being a student again, if only for a week.
- That doesn't mean, I'd willingly lend myself ever to another trip to Jamshedpur in a dry parched summer of 42 °C.
- I'd also not willingly let my ass get hauled into Bishtupur market at 12:30 pm , not even for Chappan Bhog mithai wala.
- I will still not go to the zoo in Jubilee Park, irrespective of season ( this means you K).
- If by some strange stroke of warped luck , I do find myself in J'pur in summer, I 'd beg/ bribe/ do what it takes, to get an air conditioned room on campus .
- I will remember to carry a Tristano / Rafael/ Nina type paperback, so I can lull myself into a sleep in the wretched heat.
- I will not travel the Azad Hind from Tatanagar to Howrah or do anything that requires me to hang around the Tatanagar station till 3 am in the morning - I would much rather travel by road, the Naxals notwithstanding.
And this may not be a comprehensive list ....
Friday, April 18, 2008
The Day so far
I have been dragging my feet on my day so far.
- I think its all got to do with my 7:00 am wake up call , that did not show up. Well yes, the cook did not show up, due to an inclement cycle chain. Atleast he called. He still stays in my good book.
- So breakfast was Maggi, which I hate- Sorry, I just do. I miss Muesli. (note to self: get Muesli for broken cycle chain days.)
- I took an extended shower and primped up my hair for an hour... (aghast)
- I had a tête-à-tête with my plants :-).
- I strolled into work at 11 after having stopped by to pick up some medicines et al.
- I hung around watching some glass cleaners dangling from the top of the 10th floor and pondered awhile on their 'life on the edge'.
- I cancelled some lunch plans, cos it looked way too sunny outside.
- I am wondering whether I should do something constructive yet- like work. :-)!
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Re: Emancipation
Thanks to Munna who shows up at 7: 00 am each morning to cook, one of us is sleepily walking to open the door.
Again, thanks to him, I keep wondering, what I'm gonna ask him to cook the next day. Cooking and hence picking up groceries is a planned affair. sigh
I'm obsessing about cleaning up my kitchen, after the cooking.
I have to deal with the maid, who doesnt like him much.
But then... he cooks well.
Again, thanks to him, I keep wondering, what I'm gonna ask him to cook the next day. Cooking and hence picking up groceries is a planned affair. sigh
I'm obsessing about cleaning up my kitchen, after the cooking.
I have to deal with the maid, who doesnt like him much.
But then... he cooks well.
just by way of a log...
yet another girl stopped me in the cafeteria, today to admire my hair.
I may be a minor celeb, I say!
well well.
I may be a minor celeb, I say!
well well.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Hyderabad Musings
A brief 3 days in Hyderabad on some training:
Other than my flight into Hyd. Everything was superfine!
Other than my flight into Hyd. Everything was superfine!
- I mean I flew a premier airline. And no... the service was good and all that. But midway, through my flight Indra/ Zeus/Thor decided to do their bit and the sky was rent apart by a flash of silver. We were in a good 20 mins of turbulence, with a fair number of fellow passengers gripping their seats and mumbling prayers- but a certain Franseco (the commander) or his crew, decided not make any reassuring announcements and most of us took that as a bad sign. Well , as is obvious we did make a safe landing !
- Hydie's new Rajiv Gandhi Airport is smashin' , notwithstanding my cabbie, who, went around in circles in the swanky new- not so well lit parking lot, before finally pulling out.
- Lovely new approach roads to the airport.
- Pula Reddy sweets still rules.
- Novotel is the new address of luxury; move over Taj.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Chubby cheeks, dimpled chin.
Rosy lips, teeth within.
Curly hair, very fair.
Eyes are blue, lovely too.
Teacher's pet, is that you?Yes! Yes! Yes!
Yeah well, all I have now is curly hair. Nothing about the poem, ever indicated me.
It is a rather caucasian poem thrust upon us by the Raj - I mean which Indian, ever had fair hair (unless you had a pigmentation issue) or blue eyes or what have you
We are the proud dusky Indian women, with dark hair, dark eyes and wide hips.
Rosy lips, teeth within.
Curly hair, very fair.
Eyes are blue, lovely too.
Teacher's pet, is that you?Yes! Yes! Yes!
Yeah well, all I have now is curly hair. Nothing about the poem, ever indicated me.
It is a rather caucasian poem thrust upon us by the Raj - I mean which Indian, ever had fair hair (unless you had a pigmentation issue) or blue eyes or what have you
We are the proud dusky Indian women, with dark hair, dark eyes and wide hips.
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Funny Insults- from an e-mail forward
1. Any similarity between you and a human is purely coincidental!
2. Are you always so stupid or is today a special occasion?
3. As an outsider, what do you think of the human race?
4. I'd like to kick you in the teeth, but why should I improve your looks?
5. At least there's one thing good about your body. It isn't as ugly as your face!
6. Brains aren't everything. In fact, in your case they're nothing
7. Careful now, don't let your brains go to your head!
8. I like you. People say I've no taste, but I like you.
9. Did your parents ever ask you to run away from home?
10. If I had a face like yours. I'd sue my parents!
11. Don't feel bad. A lot of people have no talent!
12. Don't get insulted, but is your job devoted to spreading ignorance?
13. Keep talking, someday you'll say something intelligent!
14. Don't you love nature, despite what it did to you?
15. Don't think, it may sprain your brain!
16. Fellows like you don't grow from trees; they swing from them.
17. He has a mechanical mind. Too bad he forgot to wind it up this morning.
18. He has a mind like a steel trap-always closed!
19. You are a man of the world-and you know what sad shape the world is in.
20. He is always lost in thought-it's unfamiliar territory.
21. He is dark and handsome. When it's dark, he's handsome.
22. He is known as a miracle comic. if he's funny, it's a miracle!
23. He is listed in Who's Who as What's That?
24. He is living proof that man can live without a brain!
25. He is so short, when it rains he is always the last one to know.
26. He is the kind of a man that you would use as a blueprint to build an idiot.
27. How come you're here? I thought the zoo is closed at night!
28. How did you get here? Did someone leave your cage open?
29. How much refund do you expect on your head now that it's empty.
30. How would you like to feel the way you look?
31. Hi! I'm a human being! What are you?
32. I can't talk to you right now; tell me, where will you be in the next 10 years?
33. I don't want you to turn the other cheek; it's just as ugly.
34. I don't know who you are, but whatever you are, I'm sure everyone will agree with me.
35. I don't know what makes you so stupid, but it really works.
36. I could make a monkey out of you, but why should I take all the credit?
37. I can't seem to remember your name, and please don't help me!
38. I don't even like the people you're trying to imitate, if you are at all.
39. I know you were born silly, but why did you have a relapse?
40. I know you're a self-made man. It's nice of you to take the blame!
41. I know you're not as stupid as you look. Nobody could be!
42. I've seen people like you, but I had to pay admission!
43. Why are you so stupid today? Anyway, I think that's very typical of you.
44. Do u practice being this ugly?
2. Are you always so stupid or is today a special occasion?
3. As an outsider, what do you think of the human race?
4. I'd like to kick you in the teeth, but why should I improve your looks?
5. At least there's one thing good about your body. It isn't as ugly as your face!
6. Brains aren't everything. In fact, in your case they're nothing
7. Careful now, don't let your brains go to your head!
8. I like you. People say I've no taste, but I like you.
9. Did your parents ever ask you to run away from home?
10. If I had a face like yours. I'd sue my parents!
11. Don't feel bad. A lot of people have no talent!
12. Don't get insulted, but is your job devoted to spreading ignorance?
13. Keep talking, someday you'll say something intelligent!
14. Don't you love nature, despite what it did to you?
15. Don't think, it may sprain your brain!
16. Fellows like you don't grow from trees; they swing from them.
17. He has a mechanical mind. Too bad he forgot to wind it up this morning.
18. He has a mind like a steel trap-always closed!
19. You are a man of the world-and you know what sad shape the world is in.
20. He is always lost in thought-it's unfamiliar territory.
21. He is dark and handsome. When it's dark, he's handsome.
22. He is known as a miracle comic. if he's funny, it's a miracle!
23. He is listed in Who's Who as What's That?
24. He is living proof that man can live without a brain!
25. He is so short, when it rains he is always the last one to know.
26. He is the kind of a man that you would use as a blueprint to build an idiot.
27. How come you're here? I thought the zoo is closed at night!
28. How did you get here? Did someone leave your cage open?
29. How much refund do you expect on your head now that it's empty.
30. How would you like to feel the way you look?
31. Hi! I'm a human being! What are you?
32. I can't talk to you right now; tell me, where will you be in the next 10 years?
33. I don't want you to turn the other cheek; it's just as ugly.
34. I don't know who you are, but whatever you are, I'm sure everyone will agree with me.
35. I don't know what makes you so stupid, but it really works.
36. I could make a monkey out of you, but why should I take all the credit?
37. I can't seem to remember your name, and please don't help me!
38. I don't even like the people you're trying to imitate, if you are at all.
39. I know you were born silly, but why did you have a relapse?
40. I know you're a self-made man. It's nice of you to take the blame!
41. I know you're not as stupid as you look. Nobody could be!
42. I've seen people like you, but I had to pay admission!
43. Why are you so stupid today? Anyway, I think that's very typical of you.
44. Do u practice being this ugly?
Emancipation!
Munna began cooking for us, starting today.
So, here's to freedom from pressured everyday cooking.
And here's to healthy home cooked food everyday...
Yaay!
So, here's to freedom from pressured everyday cooking.
And here's to healthy home cooked food everyday...
Yaay!
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Ambrosia!
Over the last 2 years , I have discovered a passion for cooking. It is a huge stress buster and you get to satisfy your creative urges too.
Last week my friend J gave me the quickest easiest recipe for a chocolate fudge and it took me a grand total of 10 minutes including cooking time to make it.
I tweaked her recipe with surprisingly satisfactory results.
Gooey Choco Fudge (microwave)
Cadbury's Cocoa powder- 1/4 of a cup
Cooking Butter - 1/4 of a cup
Milkmaid - 1/4 of a cup
Vanilla essence - 1 tsp
Walnuts - handful- coarsely chopped.
1. Mix all the ingredients except walnuts in a microwave friendly bowl and beat them to get a smooth consistency
2. Place it in the microwave at high power for 1.5 to 2 mins.
You can see the mixture bubbling.
3. Remove it from the microwave and mix in the coarsely chopped walnuts
4. Refrigerate until it sets
5. Watch it being polished off- even before you can cut it :-)
Can it get any easier.
Thanks a ton J!
P.S: J's version calls for 3.5 cups sugar and 1/ 2 cup milk. I substituted it for Milkmaid.
Last week my friend J gave me the quickest easiest recipe for a chocolate fudge and it took me a grand total of 10 minutes including cooking time to make it.
I tweaked her recipe with surprisingly satisfactory results.
Gooey Choco Fudge (microwave)
Cadbury's Cocoa powder- 1/4 of a cup
Cooking Butter - 1/4 of a cup
Milkmaid - 1/4 of a cup
Vanilla essence - 1 tsp
Walnuts - handful- coarsely chopped.
1. Mix all the ingredients except walnuts in a microwave friendly bowl and beat them to get a smooth consistency
2. Place it in the microwave at high power for 1.5 to 2 mins.
You can see the mixture bubbling.
3. Remove it from the microwave and mix in the coarsely chopped walnuts
4. Refrigerate until it sets
5. Watch it being polished off- even before you can cut it :-)
Can it get any easier.
Thanks a ton J!
P.S: J's version calls for 3.5 cups sugar and 1/ 2 cup milk. I substituted it for Milkmaid.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
what the hell was that?
When my mind is doing its wandering act and trailing from thought to mental image to thought, this one widget keeps appearing like a news ticker, over the last 5 years:
Class 9 or 10:
Location : hallowed classroom of the erstwhile lah-di-dah Smt. Sulochanadevi Singhania School
All of us kids, poring over a fancy pencil box that belonged to one loaded kid.(I remember the kid :-))
A silvery grey and black narrow pencil box.
Now comes the fancy part- I remember that we kids were trying to solve a riddle that appeared on the box. I can only remember part of the riddle and I have sought it out on Google a gazillion times-you know how Google with its incredible predictive search jazz can do anything.
This one draws a blank though.
'Facing the son of genesis, one cannot help but think.....(cant remember here on)'
I remember the loaded kid, explaining to us, how no one in the world has ever been able to decipher it, her wide eyed stories of a mystery million dollar prize money and us li'il all-believing fantasy seeking children.
I'm stuck between figuring out what the riddle was and why this widget refuses to vaporize.
Class 9 or 10:
Location : hallowed classroom of the erstwhile lah-di-dah Smt. Sulochanadevi Singhania School
All of us kids, poring over a fancy pencil box that belonged to one loaded kid.(I remember the kid :-))
A silvery grey and black narrow pencil box.
Now comes the fancy part- I remember that we kids were trying to solve a riddle that appeared on the box. I can only remember part of the riddle and I have sought it out on Google a gazillion times-you know how Google with its incredible predictive search jazz can do anything.
This one draws a blank though.
'Facing the son of genesis, one cannot help but think.....(cant remember here on)'
I remember the loaded kid, explaining to us, how no one in the world has ever been able to decipher it, her wide eyed stories of a mystery million dollar prize money and us li'il all-believing fantasy seeking children.
I'm stuck between figuring out what the riddle was and why this widget refuses to vaporize.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Migration.
Last nite, the swallow took off on her South Asian - Australasian Flyway.
Good Luck on your journey li'il swallow!
No you did not flee!
May you chance upon the life, you choose to want!
25th February' 2008!
Good Luck on your journey li'il swallow!
No you did not flee!
May you chance upon the life, you choose to want!
25th February' 2008!
Monday, February 25, 2008
Movies I saw over the weekend.
Kiterunner!
"For you, a thousand times over ", is what one could say about the book , but sadly not about movie.
Like most movies ,based on books, this one too falls a wee bit flat and fails to communicate Amir's guilt, Hassan's dogged loyalty, Abba's presence in the life of the boys and the wound in little Sohrab's heart .
Ok, but not quite there!
Jodhaa-Akbar
Disappointment! What could have been a splendid film of epic proportions, lacks just that - splendour or passion. The movie is patchy, and fails to involve you as an audience. It ends up being a comical interpretation of the love between the protagonists. Ashutosh Gowarikar who gave us the sooper Lagaan and the heartfelt Swades, has lost his way in the movie's narrative and made a lengthy, silly costume drama.
Saving grace: the good looking Hrithik, the music.
"For you, a thousand times over ", is what one could say about the book , but sadly not about movie.
Like most movies ,based on books, this one too falls a wee bit flat and fails to communicate Amir's guilt, Hassan's dogged loyalty, Abba's presence in the life of the boys and the wound in little Sohrab's heart .
Ok, but not quite there!
Jodhaa-Akbar
Disappointment! What could have been a splendid film of epic proportions, lacks just that - splendour or passion. The movie is patchy, and fails to involve you as an audience. It ends up being a comical interpretation of the love between the protagonists. Ashutosh Gowarikar who gave us the sooper Lagaan and the heartfelt Swades, has lost his way in the movie's narrative and made a lengthy, silly costume drama.
Saving grace: the good looking Hrithik, the music.
Monday, February 18, 2008
My new books.
1. Aunt Erma's CopeBook by Erma Bombeck.
She says, in the Acknowledgements page:
For Betsy Bombeck, Andy Bombeck and Matt Bombeck.
If I blow it raising them...
nothing else I do will mater very much. :-)
Contents (interesting)
2. The Fourth Hand - John Irving
This one is about visitation rights of widow, whose dead husband's hand has been transplanted to another man - how darkly comic is that?
Gleefully,
Happy Karma
She says, in the Acknowledgements page:
For Betsy Bombeck, Andy Bombeck and Matt Bombeck.
If I blow it raising them...
nothing else I do will mater very much. :-)
Contents (interesting)
- how do i like me so far?
- the sub-total woman
- is there a draft in your open marriage?
- fear of buying
- looking for Mr. Goodbody
- is there life after packages?
- get off your cusp and live!
- raising consciousness in your own home for funa fn profit
- the complete book of jogging
- how to tell your best friend she has bad body english?
- bringing up parents the okay way
- go suck an egg
- a house divided against itself cannot stand one another
- living cheap
- tidying up your life
- I'll give you guilt, when I stop making you feel rotten
- contemporary etiquette that's AWRIITE
- I dont care what i say... I still like me
2. The Fourth Hand - John Irving
This one is about visitation rights of widow, whose dead husband's hand has been transplanted to another man - how darkly comic is that?
Gleefully,
Happy Karma
was i complaining about valentines day?
Hell Yeah!
"It's so commercial and Yada yada yada..."
So, mine was a spectacular surprise - the husband( hitherto referred to as sweetheart on account of the surprise!)aranged for a candle- light dinner (detailed images may follow in a subsequent post)on the terrace and got wine and a mushy
2 foot high card and a a Swarovski bauble.
Its called the Foursome pendant( giggle giggle)!
he haw.
What was sweet was that the sweetheart was so exhausted at the end of the dinner thing - because of all the runnning around to pick up all the thingies for dinner - I felt sooper sorry !
The above feelings of mush/ sweetheartliness might last for maybe a week. :-P
"It's so commercial and Yada yada yada..."
So, mine was a spectacular surprise - the husband( hitherto referred to as sweetheart on account of the surprise!)aranged for a candle- light dinner (detailed images may follow in a subsequent post)on the terrace and got wine and a mushy
2 foot high card and a a Swarovski bauble.
Its called the Foursome pendant( giggle giggle)!
he haw.
What was sweet was that the sweetheart was so exhausted at the end of the dinner thing - because of all the runnning around to pick up all the thingies for dinner - I felt sooper sorry !
The above feelings of mush/ sweetheartliness might last for maybe a week. :-P
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Notes on "Feb 14th"
So, its that day of the year again - every mall/store/restaurant/chinty dhaba is offering "valintin"(:-)) specials.
Everywhere you see - red baloons - heart shape and all. GAAAH!
Its such a commercial event - there is immenese pressure on gifting spouses/loved ones/ prospective girl/boy friends etc. Its no longer , " bottom of your heart " feelings or such like, cos, hey you dont need a day to express bottom of heart type feelings. But what the hell, maybe some folks really live for THAT day , to express, undying love.
Everywhere you see - red baloons - heart shape and all. GAAAH!
Its such a commercial event - there is immenese pressure on gifting spouses/loved ones/ prospective girl/boy friends etc. Its no longer , " bottom of your heart " feelings or such like, cos, hey you dont need a day to express bottom of heart type feelings. But what the hell, maybe some folks really live for THAT day , to express, undying love.
That apart, I love Google's Valentine look: Eventually, isnt that what , we all want out of a relationship?
Walk into the sunset, with your gnarled arms linked into another wrinkle-lined one? :-)
My friend baked her 5 year old boy a spectacular cake and wrote him a , "will you be my valentine?" letter in wax crayons. He loved it and is apparently, taking it to school to show everyone.
I got the husband a jacket, he had been eyeing for a while!(no rude surprises, there)
I got myself some books from my old book store, on church street.
And yes, I am waiting for my evening!:-)
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Of the many Highs!
I have never been too much of a " invest your money " person. But having a parent who, worked in a Bank for some 25 odd years, and who can nag the living day lights out of you really works.
So I discovered a new high the - Stock market. And am I on a roll ? I completely get my kicks out of moneycontrol.com.
Redecorating the house. he he... Floor mats, curtains, cushions - any woman in her basic womany elements will swear by this one, as it falls under the larger, high called Shopping.
Films Films Films: what do I say. The spouse and me spend a good 20 mins every 2 days in the local DVD place arguing over which film to rent.
The Bucket List (Jack Nicholson always rocks), Juno, The Curse of the Golden Flower (What opulence??)- for me the nicest part of this movie was the hilarious court criers, who go yelling every hour - hour of the Tiger, hour of the Dragon.. hourof the Monkey (giggle giggle).
Books - Turkey is so exciting - atleast in Orhan Pamuk's world.
So I discovered a new high the - Stock market. And am I on a roll ? I completely get my kicks out of moneycontrol.com.
Redecorating the house. he he... Floor mats, curtains, cushions - any woman in her basic womany elements will swear by this one, as it falls under the larger, high called Shopping.
Films Films Films: what do I say. The spouse and me spend a good 20 mins every 2 days in the local DVD place arguing over which film to rent.
The Bucket List (Jack Nicholson always rocks), Juno, The Curse of the Golden Flower (What opulence??)- for me the nicest part of this movie was the hilarious court criers, who go yelling every hour - hour of the Tiger, hour of the Dragon.. hourof the Monkey (giggle giggle).
Books - Turkey is so exciting - atleast in Orhan Pamuk's world.
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Recipe of me!
| The Recipe For Harini |
 3 parts Drive 2 parts Wit 1 part Attractiveness Splash of Naughtiness Finish off with an olive |
Friday, October 19, 2007
Of Dard-e Disco and 4 year olds
Of course, Om Shanti Om and SRK have been in the news for SRK's abs and more.
I have been watching rushes of OSO , with the detached involvement of a channel surfer- at breakfast and other meals in front of the TV.
With my friend's 4 year old- its been a lot more, I figured.
While driving for lunch, the cute li'il fellow, decided to quiz me.
Bemusedly, I decided to enlighten the kid.
So I said , " Go on".
He says, " Do you know my favourite song?".
I said , " No Sam - you tell me".
He says, " will you sing it, if I tell you?"
Thinking, it must be some popular ad jingle or Cartoon n/w theme song, I urged him to go on.
He said, " Dard-e Disco!"
Me, "What?", thinking I heard him wrong, never heard of '...Disco' something.
He latched on to it, and chuckled, "YOU DONT KNOW- DARD E DISCO!"
After expressing his shock and joy that, I " don't know anything", he proceeded to sing - " Woh haseena woh neelam pari, kar gayi kaisi jadoogari, Dil me mere hai dard-e disco".
He had me repeat after him, until he was rest assured that I had learnt the 2 lines.
So then, I saw the song on TV yesterday for a whole 2 mins and was surprised at the kid's accuracy.
Sow sure has an absorbent sponge for a son.
I have been watching rushes of OSO , with the detached involvement of a channel surfer- at breakfast and other meals in front of the TV.
With my friend's 4 year old- its been a lot more, I figured.
While driving for lunch, the cute li'il fellow, decided to quiz me.
Bemusedly, I decided to enlighten the kid.
So I said , " Go on".
He says, " Do you know my favourite song?".
I said , " No Sam - you tell me".
He says, " will you sing it, if I tell you?"
Thinking, it must be some popular ad jingle or Cartoon n/w theme song, I urged him to go on.
He said, " Dard-e Disco!"
Me, "What?", thinking I heard him wrong, never heard of '...Disco' something.
He latched on to it, and chuckled, "YOU DONT KNOW- DARD E DISCO!"
After expressing his shock and joy that, I " don't know anything", he proceeded to sing - " Woh haseena woh neelam pari, kar gayi kaisi jadoogari, Dil me mere hai dard-e disco".
He had me repeat after him, until he was rest assured that I had learnt the 2 lines.
So then, I saw the song on TV yesterday for a whole 2 mins and was surprised at the kid's accuracy.
Sow sure has an absorbent sponge for a son.
Thursday, October 04, 2007
so... I am back from my vacation
Tra..la..la..la!
My birthday gift was 5 days in Thailand, and what a gift it was...
Of course, we still argued every 150 seconds on the last day of the trip and it was allowed, because, my birthday was technically just over.
And of course, my husband proved,to be just as easily irritable as mom says, dad is.
But of course, this doesn't take away from him the pretty garnet ring and other sweet things he got me.
He is such a stickler for airport rules, in a weirdly fanatical manner.
"you are allowed only one piece of cabin baggage-so shove your handbag inside your backpack."
Other people who lug around some 6 shopping bags are just rule breakers, who say "Sawatdee Khaa" and flout airline rules. That the airline doesn't mind, as this is a relatively empty weekday late night flight, hardly matters.
Sheesh!
Also, the husband shall not experiment with Thai food, cos we burnt our very intestines one day, with authentic Thai food(its all the wife's fault - you know).
Husband will only eat chicken variations from bloody KFC (no offence, but KFC... oh please)or Mac D's - the wife on the other hand can experiment with other variations of Thai food, because she is a " retarded culture soaking extremist", who wants to drown her self in "local stuff", all the time. And oh , did we mention, how difficult it is find to find vegetarian Thai food in pork, sharkfin,seafood, beef loving Thai Land! But hell, the extremist wife will seek the very hard to get things.
My birthday gift was 5 days in Thailand, and what a gift it was...
Of course, we still argued every 150 seconds on the last day of the trip and it was allowed, because, my birthday was technically just over.
And of course, my husband proved,to be just as easily irritable as mom says, dad is.
But of course, this doesn't take away from him the pretty garnet ring and other sweet things he got me.
He is such a stickler for airport rules, in a weirdly fanatical manner.
"you are allowed only one piece of cabin baggage-so shove your handbag inside your backpack."
Other people who lug around some 6 shopping bags are just rule breakers, who say "Sawatdee Khaa" and flout airline rules. That the airline doesn't mind, as this is a relatively empty weekday late night flight, hardly matters.
Sheesh!
Also, the husband shall not experiment with Thai food, cos we burnt our very intestines one day, with authentic Thai food(its all the wife's fault - you know).
Husband will only eat chicken variations from bloody KFC (no offence, but KFC... oh please)or Mac D's - the wife on the other hand can experiment with other variations of Thai food, because she is a " retarded culture soaking extremist", who wants to drown her self in "local stuff", all the time. And oh , did we mention, how difficult it is find to find vegetarian Thai food in pork, sharkfin,seafood, beef loving Thai Land! But hell, the extremist wife will seek the very hard to get things.
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