tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82304343795965755652012-01-30T16:23:37.658+05:30Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.comBlogger1151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-90357954779087908992011-12-22T17:00:00.002+05:302011-12-22T17:04:08.191+05:30

They never give us a breather at school. If we have any fun, the Proffs take it as their cue to make the programme more rigorous. Apparently a lot of people who did this course before me seem to have had a really good time, which implies, we pay for it with our sweat and blood. Ok I'm exaggerating. But trust me, it isn't very far from reality. So I was exhilarated to know that they will let us

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-74016430906846014412011-12-19T09:26:00.001+05:302011-12-19T09:49:11.943+05:30

Changeovers are bittersweet. Almost always. The thing with them is you barely know how bitter or how sweet they are going to be. You always expect that element of surprise right around the corner, but you'd never know whether you'd be happy meeting them or not. And so, when I made up my mind on getting back to school, I could never know whether it is going to be like the old times.. like I could

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-14502874353593906912011-11-21T16:25:00.001+05:302011-11-21T16:27:57.386+05:30

Apparently, the bestest wicked fun ever, is in knowing that the mean ex is dating the biggest weirdo ever. No wait, that would make it the 2nd best wicked news. The one that takes the cake away must be that they both got married! courtesy: my new best friend at school.

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-3962079266452773362011-09-06T23:39:00.003+05:302011-09-06T23:43:15.762+05:30

Next time you find yourself dealing with a (God forbid) difficult person, find peace in the fact that you just have to deal with them for the time being. But be a kind soul and say a little prayer for them. Because, guess what, they are stuck with their own miserable selves for an whole effing lifetime!!! And if you are one of those mean, wicked people like yours truly, dealing with them will

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-37262366710204441942011-07-19T13:36:00.004+05:302011-07-19T14:48:47.490+05:30

Today's sunrise was regular. Just the way it always looks like on a regular dewy, misty Bangalore morning. What's different is the realisation that I would have left this place I have been calling home for the past 7 years, before the sun rises tomorrow. I'm having my morning coffee right now and I hear a bird chirping away outside. Like it's trying to tell me something. I don't quite understand

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-47229846783240505822011-07-08T20:07:00.002+05:302011-07-08T20:13:52.972+05:30

I have never been wild about silence and solitude. When people talked about their ideal getaways to quiet places because they found them peaceful, I would be preplexed. I found 'Quiet', quite disquieting. For me, Peace needn't necessarily correlate to quietness. One can find peace in the middle of chaos too. It all depends on your level of comfort in your given environment, independant of whether

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-58729127753436550752011-07-05T15:36:00.004+05:302011-07-05T15:58:51.207+05:30

I've played some games to win. I've played some to lose. Sometimes you really win the big game by losing the small ones. You know it when you are playing those. I've played some games because I have to play it, without bothering about winning or losing. I've played some games where I didn't care about winning or losing. I've played some games without realising how dangerous it could be. I've

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-17941757514283026242011-06-18T22:51:00.003+05:302011-06-19T20:14:42.394+05:30

Harry Potter walked into a wall... and walked into a new world. And I, after all these years of zero interest in literature pertaining to Economics, am finding myself devouring it like there is no tomorrow. Whenever I ran into such books at the bookstores, I used to dismiss them all as hot gas. It might have to do with the Economics fanatics (mostly posers, who seemed to have no idea of what

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-9811050492090459312011-06-13T17:59:00.003+05:302011-06-16T18:44:43.453+05:30

Dear friend J called up after many years. J is this friend I shared a hostel room with, 7 years back. We were room-mates for about 3 months. We hit it off real well, thanks to our very similar backgrounds, though we had totally different expectations from life. Our life experiences till then were more or less comparable, but the lessons we learnt from our experiences were very different from each

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-5614447735982127882011-05-07T13:32:00.006+05:302011-05-15T11:22:53.887+05:30

…and luckily, it wasn’t that of an incoming train. Phew! Bye bye, dark and winding tunnel. Bye bye, grappling in the dark and thinking twice/thrice/’n’ number of times before taking one step forward. Bye bye, fearing whether my next step forward would land me in a deep pit, or whether I’ll ram my head into some stone wall. Bye bye, freaking out wondering whether I’m walking forwards or

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-85103764974228674672010-06-15T19:12:00.006+05:302010-06-15T20:08:48.621+05:30

It's not that I did not have much to write about. On the contrary, I have wanted to write about a lot many things n write so much more often than the decency limit of a blog(public) would permit. And hence, I find myself posting like a maniac at a rather personal blog which I would prefer to call err.. more of a journal. Journal posts can be frequent, insane, devoid of any sense and thoroughly

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-20836244123471271162010-03-08T16:55:00.009+05:302010-03-09T23:05:17.981+05:30

"You are kindness, thoughtfulness and lovingness personified." >>That doesn't imply that your benevolence makes sense only when it is 'given'. Infact it is more healthy, when you let yourself too be the recipient of the same virtues. No, it needn't necessarily qualify for Selfishness if the Benefactor and the Recipient are the same person. "Respect others, their space, their boundaries, their

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-19933834873450795072010-03-03T18:20:00.003+05:302010-03-03T18:42:41.175+05:30

Of late, I've started believing more in my postulate that the mind is always super-creative and outrageously wierd while I'm sleeping. If nothing, my dreams are always indications of that.Okay, so it gets pretty amusing at times when I wake up from a nice-ish dream and can recollect it.. but it takes its toll on me to wake up with a splitting headache after a nightmare, n desperately trying to

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-70540034661026673392010-01-09T17:09:00.005+05:302010-01-10T17:08:52.141+05:30

Lean Mean Khan uncle loves to go to college. He fights against his age, with the help of goaties and other yuppie jazz which can be broadly classified under 'brilliant make-up', but makes sure he does his college student act, every other year. He calls it, "being young at heart".Lean Mean Khan uncle hates to give credit . "Only cash, no credit." is his motto.Lean Mean Khan uncle never did an MBA

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-38947909826325807092009-12-26T15:10:00.007+05:302010-01-01T19:11:00.043+05:30

...ghatte ghatte, lo yeh ghat gayi.Good riddance!Ah, no.. like the rest of the world, I'm not going to bore you to death with a round-up of the year. Because you see, that's too passe for my taste. Not to mention how uncool it is. :P Ok, lemme be honest and confess that there were hardly any acheivements for me to be immensely proud of 2009, other than the fact that I learned to swim (which is

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-54375223372465074902009-09-20T00:23:00.007+05:302010-06-15T19:57:49.334+05:30

The Sis is a die-hard fan of cartoon movies. If you ask me, she's a walking, talking cartoon. If you ask her, she'd blame it on my imagination which has grown up on an wholesome diet of cartoon movie watching. When it comes to movies, we've both taken after Pops whose idea of TV watching is to toggle between the cartoon channels and news. The only things worth watching on TV, according to him. (

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-80102668912758462222009-09-01T14:49:00.010+05:302010-06-15T20:02:27.190+05:30

People love to advice. Unsolicited, more the fun. You know, most of us are such unconditional givers when it comes to advice. "I can give you 101 of them. Truly, from the bottom of my heart, without expecting even one from you in return. No really. Actually, I'd be offended if you try to help me the same way."I was given a fantastic piece of advice by an old acquaintance the other day. He called

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-49497905197524061532009-08-19T14:26:00.009+05:302009-08-20T14:51:26.195+05:30

The inevitable. Happens to even the most faithful of lovers, and how could me, lesser mortal, be spared? and so, I decide once and for all that I've seen the end of my two decade long love affair with Maggi. Yeah right, 'Everyone's crazy about Maggi'. So was I. It was a relationship I've long cherished, and tried my best to spice up our love life with roasted chilli flakes, oregano, and at times,

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-41260345203471372152009-07-31T14:51:00.013+05:302010-06-15T19:58:51.053+05:30

Another year flashed by, before I could say Jack Robinson. (why Jack Robinson? why not John Abraham? :/ )Last birthday was something I was looking forward to. THE THIRTIES. I was all mesmerised by it. Since the time I was 27, I've been looking forward to it in awe. I'd be excited to associate myself with my 30 something friends, who'd go "silly bachha" at me with a loving pat on my cheeks. By the

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-56933087421943879692009-06-14T21:53:00.004+05:302009-06-15T03:32:32.896+05:30

Some Maharashtrians are totally cross with the bhaiyas. "So what if you too contributed to making the place what it is? Now that all's well, and Mumbai's become the land of opportunities, we'd like to thank you for your services, and ask you to vacate the premises ASAP. Oh yeah, we know to push and shove too, if need be."Someplace else, a bunch (very small -thankfully!) of Kannadigas feel they've

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-29034725921762950392009-05-26T11:29:00.006+05:302010-06-15T19:59:59.351+05:30

...and when life gives you the chills, go drive some zambonis!You find nothing too funny about it? On a regular day, I would've just chuckled over that too.. Though I roared out laughing, today.And nodding my head vertically (which I realised isn't all that comfy to do, when you're banging your head on the wall too!)Random conversations with random friends these days have been along similar

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-28848681785894961722009-05-13T17:38:00.007+05:302010-06-15T20:02:56.237+05:30

Sometimes, I look back in time and wonder.. where was I an year back? what have I been doing then? what were my thoughts then? what were my plans then? what were my dreams then?Today, I peeped into my e-mail inbox to look at those one year old e-mails. And I cried.. howled into my pillow.. and wept like a child.There are some moments in life, we never want to let go off..and hold on to it, even

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-79665376243062990622009-05-04T13:50:00.008+05:302009-05-06T14:44:27.457+05:30

YAY!!Guess what, my blog gets its first award ever!! *Drumrolls, please*Yeah I know, I know.. I've also been taught that bragging isn't a nice thing to do and all that. But hey, for a change I'm asked to brag this time, thanks to Dhanya for sharing the Honest Scrap Award with me, and its a li'l more special to me, considering the fact that she's a friend whom I've met up with, after knowing each

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-69050609072400215302009-04-04T12:06:00.007+05:302010-06-15T20:00:34.110+05:30

It's been a comparatively happier and happening couple of weeks, now.. the best part being that I've really started to take things lightly, as against 'talking' of taking things lightly.The second being my eureka moment when I discovered that I really really like being around boring people. Boring, going by the general public perception.. but I like them more, probably because they are as boring

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-83549509893163397092009-03-18T12:59:00.007+05:302010-06-15T20:03:27.145+05:30

Waiiiit!! Before all the singles around start throwing whatever-they-could-get-their-hands-on at me, kindly let me clarify that I'm talking about those harmless li'l dangles.. yeah the kinda ones women hang on their earlobes.. Okay okay... not alllll that 'harmless', mebbe.. going by what some guy friends would swear on.Now What?! I was just talking about them making the guys skip a heartbeat and

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-53111509456624453602009-03-08T16:43:00.005+05:302009-03-08T17:29:45.010+05:30

She was barely 6 when she saw her kindergaten going sibling being beaten up by Dad for having lost her golden earbobs at school. She doesn't remember doing anything other than crying out loud. Golden ear-rings are very valuable. Not to be lost. That's the lesson she learned that day.She was 9 when she saw Dad getting mad at Mom. Mom tried to reason. She was beaten up more. That evening before he

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-77162707927625384272009-03-02T23:54:00.013+05:302010-06-15T20:01:06.121+05:30

One more time someone's going to get started with an advicing spree and I swear I'm going to hit their head with the frying pan (yeah, I can afford to do that now..the teflon coating's coming off, so I'm getting a new one now). The last few weeks I've been bombarded with "How To's" and "Why To's" and "What To's" to such a great extent that I've made up my mind, I've already lived through this

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-76280327230630927972009-02-18T14:36:00.011+05:302009-03-06T15:26:00.922+05:30

What could be worse than waking up in the morning from a nightmare, featuring a vampire, which has its head shaped like that of an alien and a face which has a superimposed image of a combination of the faces of two women you hated the most at work? I realised it could get even worse.The lady who stays in the building on the other side of the lane, just opposite to my place, suddenly happened to

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-35155686203386926682009-02-08T12:13:00.006+05:302009-02-09T13:01:53.613+05:30

Whatever goes around, comes around..And so, good blog-friend Santosh decided to give me a dose of my own medicine and tag me for all those year long tagging tortures I had unleashed on him mercilessly. :D(hmm.. i liked the way the line turned up.. makes me feel all evil! *evil grin*)Rules of the tag: 1. Link the person who tagged you 2. Mention the rules on your blog 3. Tell 6 unspectacular

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-83118186368744182822009-02-07T10:04:00.005+05:302010-06-15T20:04:10.038+05:30

God has his own ways of reaching out to us..He chooses the ones through whom he means to touch our lives.You never get to know them until the moment you have to hit an (God forbid)F1 in life.It's amusing to see the way some do their Alt-F4 act, and it's doubly amazing to see some totally unexpected windows pop-up on the screen with a pinch of pleasant surprises.God bless those Angels. Thanks for

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-56659512815862546212009-02-06T17:45:00.007+05:302010-06-15T20:04:39.141+05:30

Sometimes, Success makes you so complacent that life becomes painfully/ blissfully stagnant. Because different people consider Complacency differently. Some identify it with being 'settled', and some think that it's identical to being 'stuck'Sometimes, Failure makes you sit up and take stock of things gone by, re-do your prioritisations, and makes you take one step towards the better destiny that

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-77358609743226830642009-02-04T23:23:00.007+05:302010-06-15T20:01:33.380+05:30

Success?Failure?Hunger?Being hunted?Love?Peace?Aggression?Anger?Being deprived?Religion?Spirituality?Challenges?Complacency?Change?Dreams?Values?Principles?Or is it something else?What is it that drives you? and why?alright, i know that sounds all like one of those beauty pageant question.. kindly excuse the tone! :PI just realised that challenges drive me.. and to think that I've always thought

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-32664936064525011132009-01-15T13:12:00.009+05:302009-01-19T02:17:44.990+05:30

Two years back, I clicked the 'publish' button for the first post on this blog.. not quite sure of what I wanted from it, or what I could possibly give it. I guess my initial idea of it was more or less that of a mouthpiece/punchbag/personal updates space for me. Over the time, I realised, it means pretty much the same to me. It always reflected my (state-of-)mind in one way or the other. Though

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-29144060577101904342009-01-06T19:34:00.004+05:302009-01-09T12:33:14.277+05:30

Happie Happie Noo Year to all you nice peopleses!:)Wish the RIF lists in your work places give you a miss this time! err.. couldn't think of something better than that for now..Hangover of having the same topic pop-up during all the discussions I've had with anyone in the past few days. So. :|The thing about this phenomenon is that you just cannot beat it. But the good news is that you can surely

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-26563412185281823122008-12-27T01:36:00.005+05:302008-12-27T03:21:33.700+05:30

She never believed in 'love'. It belongs to the movies and books.. or in 'happily everafters', which is a phrase made just to make pretty ending notes for fairytales. Not that she's got anything against the words, but she prefers they better stay where they have to. In the books and movies and fairytales, i.e. They're beautiful as long as they're there. You bring them into real life, and they

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-54537853654080363422008-12-09T12:19:00.006+05:302011-06-19T01:28:01.363+05:30

I do give up on things. Some things. What I believe is: Giving up of some things is important, to move on.. It is important to make sure that I don't give up on things more important. Does that make me a loser? No, I believe not. I'm at the verge of giving up on something again. It's a pretty risky thing to do at this point of time. As with anyone who is rich in well meaning friends, I do

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-79221599744033159222008-12-03T11:43:00.004+05:302008-12-04T10:39:06.536+05:30

Whatta tag season this one is.. I'm almost at the verge of taking a break from blogging and doing some serious tagging these days. Not that I'm complaining. I like doing tags. :)They remind me of those writing exercises back in school..The difference now is that I can speak my mind, talk stupid or whatever and still get away with it, as against those days with strong emphasis on structured

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-62390134855291442252008-11-27T17:22:00.005+05:302008-12-02T14:57:44.049+05:30

Terror's become a way of life. Every time, the news flash says, 'The worst face of terror India has ever seen.' The terrorists always seem to surpass all their previous records, consistently. So much that we don't even ask about "What" happened anymore. The only questions asked are "Where" and "When". The "Why"s are usually not asked at all. On a broader perspective, we all know the answers to

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-63762527155838094032008-11-17T17:38:00.010+05:302008-12-27T01:49:34.510+05:30

Quite a freaky Friday, this was.Recession induced paranoia seems to have gotten the worse of a teammie who goofed up something and found the perfect scapegoat in me, to put the blame on.Me thanking my lucky stars to have had the controversial discussion recorded in e-mail, managed to save my skin.Pretty neat.But that did leave me quite irritated and angry.And to add to that, I had to make rotis

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-42871120847446029742008-10-27T01:33:00.004+05:302008-10-27T14:03:37.469+05:30

Tagged by my good blog friend, Cris to write about the 5 addictions of my life. Hmm.. now that's something for which I had to "think", 'coz I realise, I never really gave a thought to my silly li'l addictions.. I've just been addicted, n that was it. Isn't that the nicest thing about addictions?Lemme try and list down the top5 anyways! (So much for addiction awareness! :P)As much as I can

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-63109659703371475132008-10-02T22:07:00.006+05:302008-10-03T10:42:02.495+05:30

On the occasion of Gandhi Jayanti, a group of students in Delhi has apparently sent a bunch of roses to the Chief Minister of Delhi with a 'get well soon' note for her response on the death of a lady professional in Delhi.What else could the citizens possibly do, when their elected representatives respond so irresponsibly to sensitive issues like these?You are responsible for the safety of your

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-9036668923273608442008-09-29T17:16:00.007+05:302011-06-19T01:39:29.880+05:30

back to work after 2 months. Initial reflex actions/ reactions/ realisations: # The 1km drive to work today seems like the longest trip I've had in ages. # The air freshener at office. It is repugnant. suffocating. # The worst sound in the whole wide world- of swiping my access card at entry. # People. Faces. Hey, who's this guy coming across at the walkway? Looks like a long-forgotten face..

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-39119831154374706092008-09-28T00:33:00.003+05:302008-09-29T00:15:02.252+05:30

Once upon a time, during the days of comic books and fairy tales and grandmothers' bedtime stories, I knew only two kinds of people, the Good guy and the Bad guy. The good guy beats up the bad guy and it's the End of Story. How neat is that?Later I learned that real people come in shades of gray. That's when I started placing people in different gradients of grayscale. (yeah, somewhat like those

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-8734673114846157462008-09-18T11:53:00.000+05:302008-09-18T11:54:08.100+05:30

Ding Dong!!! I'm back, I'm back!! (ok, that was a pathetically desperate try at sounding enthu.. :| )So folks, it's been quite a while.. Sadly, things weren't as rosy rosy as I thought it would be. :/ My one month long sickness vacation has gloriously extended to a couple of months. hmmph. Though I'm very fine except for feeling a li'l weak. Good news is that I'm almost almost back on track. :)

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-48578091214246953092008-08-18T19:05:00.006+05:302009-03-06T15:30:35.198+05:30

I've always been one hell of an opinionated person. If not anything else, but a Point of View is something I had on anything and everything, all the time. One just had to ask "So, what d'you think about...?" to get me started. And sometime down the lane, while participating in one organised debate session during my high school days, I realised I could also own a point of view which is directly

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-40830159194715909712008-08-05T22:57:00.004+05:302008-08-05T23:05:52.453+05:30

Bad news is: I have called out sick, been advised to take some much needed rest for 4 weeks. Good news is: Not going for work for one whole month. That couldn't have got any better!Bad news is: One week of bliss is almost over.Good news is: I have still got 3 weeks left. (ah, the eternal optimist in me, who wakes up not too often to make her point)Bad news is: Not meeting people is soo not

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-51279759541110951202008-07-29T11:13:00.005+05:302008-07-29T11:40:47.991+05:30

Three decades of existing, surviving, living on the face of Earth..laughing my lungs out.. crying my heart out.working around things at times, working through things at other times..holding on.. giving up.giving in.. fighting it out.innumerable smiles, hearty laughs, many a grins, quite some frowns and the occasional spell of gloom.finding countless miracles in everyday events, bumping into

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-41859483633888269102008-07-21T13:59:00.000+05:302008-07-21T14:01:07.307+05:30

'sometimes I guess there just aren't enough rocks'- as Forrest Gump said it.I wonder if one can ever get even with anything or anyone by getting back at them, for it can never be enough.Forgiving, I believe, is the most 'positively' selfish thing to do. Not because it makes me feel saintly, but because that's the only way I can be at peace with myself.

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-54281435179641747702008-07-12T22:57:00.003+05:302008-07-13T22:51:04.541+05:30

turbulent. bittersweet.7 hours of shop-till-you-drop with a couple of new work-friends. Absolute bliss. Peer influence: ended up buying a couple of dangling ear-rings (not at all my style, but that's what you end up doing when you wait on girls spending a neat half-an-hour sifting through trinkets).Loved it, though.. surprisingly. The upside of spending that much time there is that, friends dont

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-30064957941052960542008-07-07T13:52:00.005+05:302008-07-07T18:59:47.437+05:30

It scares me.It makes my heart beat faster than I never knew it could, and brings it to a standstill that I feel I'm no longer alive.A long time back, someone shared this secret with me, on enjoying the ride on a Giant Wheel.He said: breathe in when it goes up.. hold your breath while you are up there, and breathe out when it comes down.A good 11 years later, I got onto a giant wheel again, on

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-89159846164016500082008-07-03T09:16:00.004+05:302008-07-03T14:05:03.421+05:30

I've been going through one of those metamorphosis phases in life. Things happen, take you offguard, sweep you off your feet before you could even realise, and thud! your are thrown down with a bang.. and then you pick yourself up, brush off the dust, nurse your wounds, think over it, promise yourself to be more careful, and without realising, end up altering your life and outlook towards it to

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-63092165006249044602008-06-28T16:14:00.010+05:302008-12-27T01:42:44.792+05:30

That's exactly where I was a few months back..Miserable, and in denial mode after being pushed in to committing to something I've been running away from, for more than a decade now.My certification exam voucher's validity was till June 30, and as any typical adiyal bachha, I was just putting it off to the (n-2)nd day. Actually, I realised I'm better off, as I just bumped into quite a few folks

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-11882702042101941552008-06-24T08:17:00.008+05:302008-06-24T08:30:54.950+05:30

The lesson I've been trying to learn over and over again (and still learning) is that quickfixes never really solve any problem. Workarounds are just about turning a blind eye to the issue. So people, when I said having an ice-cream could cure me of a cold, it was just a quickfix. The cold monster is back again with all its might and for once I've decided to let it have it's way and don't play

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-44167245622318457092008-06-19T18:39:00.003+05:302008-06-20T07:55:00.604+05:30

Tadaa!! another 'tag' time!Dhanya just passed on this tag, and I was more than happy to take it up.. When one is facing a bloggers' block, tags are the best things that can happen to her.It's more of an 'I, Me, Myself' one, and I must confess it wasn't too easy doing it, as it seemed at first.. So, there you go!!I am: blessed (touchwoood!!)I think: rationally (how I wish i could suffix it with '

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-46320327065807586092008-06-13T16:19:00.004+05:302008-06-13T17:56:16.546+05:30

Losing oneself, is the biggest pain one can endure...and the ultimate bliss of all, is to reclaim oneself from one of those recycle bins..Lessons learnt:1. Never do a Shift+Del to one's own convictions, ever!2. Recycle bins are Godsent. Say a quick 'Hail Mary' for them! :)

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-19260705446432712702008-05-06T15:16:00.007+05:302008-05-06T17:35:25.302+05:30

Hatred is something which keeps brewing in our minds, how much ever we try to ignore it and follow the 'Art of Living' way of soothing our inflated egos. (which they claim is the cause of all hatred and aggression in the world)Say what we might, it does feel good to vent it all out, hit it, kick it and get over it. And I'm going to do just that now *sleething teeth with a big bad frown* hmm..

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-78283742463166262442008-04-30T18:25:00.001+05:302008-05-01T18:12:30.072+05:30

Yes, and yours truly just bumped into a handful of the species a few minutes back.I'm yet to recover from the (not so pleasant) shock.The venue was a Skin Care clinic organized at the workplace, setup by a Cosmetic Company, whose marketing folks definitely know how to push their products.Initially, I did not want to go for it, as I was sure they're going to tell me some really awful things, and

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-89675449699400327462008-04-10T12:44:00.006+05:302008-04-14T16:57:25.657+05:30

I've been seeing 'one two ka four' since sometime now. Friends were advising me that it could be the short sight thingie or even due to some big-time stress. A few days back, my sis called me out to the balcony to show me this spectacular looking full Moon, and all I could say was that 'I see two Moon?' . My already bespectacled sis gave me a bear hug and screamed 'Welcome to the gang!'.The

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-72363714874875228172008-03-26T12:10:00.002+05:302008-04-16T15:31:46.633+05:30

Yes, that pretty much sums up what I'm feeling right now.. I feel like that lone twig which is still holding on to its droopy leaves, while all the twigs around are shedding their leaves and getting ready for Spring.Almost every other friend is either switching jobs, going back to school, coming back home, flying away from home or moving in to a new city. BujiSuni left last week and it's the

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-55392874069770114592008-03-11T16:23:00.004+05:302008-03-12T17:52:46.914+05:30

It's been an year since I moved into this new apartment. Which is good otherwise, except for this cumbersome annual activity known as 'Renewal of Rental Agreement'. Not at all a pleasurable activity, considering the fact that you need to do a hell lot of negotiations all over again. The landlord of this apartment lives in Dubai who comes down to India once in an year to visit his family (or to

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-51255953451190991642008-03-03T11:25:00.017+05:302008-04-16T18:41:43.882+05:30

I'm a self-confessed newspaper enthusiast. So, if I were to say what do I read the most, it has to be newspapers.. or what do I watch the most in TV, it again has to be news programmes.. guess it might have to do with some of Papa's habits rubbing into me.. So we used to have these discussions at home on current affairs, to which everyone had their own two cents to say.. well.. that was long

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-69857011182036383032008-01-16T17:09:00.004+05:302008-03-12T17:54:07.034+05:30

I'm an enlightened soul today. Now I see the wisdom behind the seemingly weirdo, but highly simplified Mallu nomenclature of using any random disyllable and (magic magic!!) making a name out of it.So, in the Malluland, a Roji, Bibi or Cijo might sound like your regular Tom, D*ck or Harry, but when they step out of Malluland, it's a unique name.. no other being of any other place would have

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-51860363267473789862008-01-07T19:17:00.002+05:302008-04-22T17:27:57.850+05:30

happy new year! so what is your new year resolution? -that's the new seasonal entrant in the ever challenged small-talk circuit..n my answer is: nyo! um not taking any 'new' resolutions this year around!ok, yeah, reason #1 is quite obvious.. it's that I'm plain lazy.. laziness is soo not happening, no? #2: I already have a huge repository of unfulfilled resolutions inherited through all these

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-33657515967972170832007-12-31T18:18:00.005+05:302009-03-06T15:28:23.215+05:30

Rhea's diary31Dec'07 -BangaloreToday was one bloody tiring day.. hell lot of work at the boutique.. It's unusual for a Monday, but today wasn't just another Monday.. everyone wanted to make sure they looked their best for their New Year Eve parties. The requirements are all the same: 'unique' , but the results are always expected to be 'different' all the time.. what's more, the clients bring in

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-15369713062250471932007-11-28T16:11:00.000+05:302007-11-29T15:18:46.855+05:30

Call it the inevitable Glass Ceiling / the Politics of Bureaucracy..It's really unfortunate that someone like Kiran Bedi is giving up on the system.See this and this.If you are one of those beings like me, for whom this lady has been an inspiration, you might want to take a look at her website / her blog

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-11114446927318644162007-11-22T16:28:00.004+05:302008-04-16T14:57:55.667+05:30

I'm told I've always been a handful as a kid. The kind who send terror waves down their parents' spine at the thought of taking them out to any social gathering. The kind whom I always frown at, as an adult.. like that pesky kid next door! Bet they must be true, if all those audio recordings of my chattering as a 2 year old are anything to go by! Papa still shudders whenever they show

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-26017488828029574812007-11-09T20:59:00.002+05:302008-12-27T01:43:15.737+05:30

Deepavali times have turned out to be times for pleasant transitions + fun for me, since the past few years now.. the most beautiful of Diwali eves till date for me was the one 2 years back at the gorgeously lit Golden Temple of Amritsar with the most wonderful of fireworks lighting up the chilly November sky.. it was a divine evening to have spent with family.. and ever since, I've always made

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-23124338842918946782007-10-31T16:22:00.003+05:302008-04-16T15:32:42.312+05:30

Was having a chat with DT the other day.. more of our usual catching-up with each other chats.. we always have a bunch of 'me too's' in our agenda.. and this time around it was the turn of a severe bout of the gud old procrastination syndrome. which reminds of those Moral Science classes at school.. 'procrastination is a tool of Devil'.. i can almost hear Sr. Blossy read that aloud! D as usual

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-59646585803055726562007-10-09T14:32:00.000+05:302007-11-30T18:39:48.567+05:30

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-23433997729937990072007-10-08T10:30:00.002+05:302008-04-16T14:58:47.290+05:30

It's a beautiful October morning. One of those Saturday mornings when I wake up with no specific AIs in mind, for the day. My bedroom wall clock tells me it's just about 9 am.. well, today I have the privilege to doze off again and catch up on a l'il more of sleep.. mebbe not? what's that exponentially booming sound? an airplane? must be! Only it sounds more like it's just taking off from the

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-64023231061793557592007-10-07T17:41:00.002+05:302008-12-27T01:43:40.312+05:30

got talking to a colleague the other day, to discover that we've been working for the same company/in d same building, thrice in a row now!! apparently, I've been following him from Thiruvananthapuram to Chandigarh and all the way back to Bangalore like a nice hutch doggie! the good news is: now I know, how to efficiently simplify my next job hunt! ;)

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-55281228278253269702007-10-03T17:08:00.003+05:302008-12-27T01:44:22.151+05:30

ok, the tide just swept past me.. and I find myself all alone in this maze of empty cubes which used to house the team of 9, when I joined it a couple of years back. Now, all that remains of it is one teammie (btw, we've drifted into different teams now, thanks to the re-org that followed) whose work-at-office time doesn't much coincide with that of mine. More than anything, I'm missing all those

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-33092295185940871612007-09-10T15:19:00.003+05:302008-12-27T01:44:48.576+05:30

rif(reduction in force)/ layoff no longer sounds like a scary monster to me.. it has become as normal as a fire-drill.. time for yet another round of it now.. my first second-hand brush with layoffs was at Quark, when a bunch of dear friends were affected as their team of 40 was being laid off.. n my dear friend S was affected yet again this month, which got me real concerned for her, but

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-8514148326933014962007-08-21T10:24:00.003+05:302008-12-27T01:45:11.630+05:30

Had been to a fun event at work, last weekend.. the theme was African Safari.. but then, thankfully, we didn't have to follow that for the dress code for the evening... mebbe the organisers thought we do look like those afrikan junglees anyday!! :P me was wondering what could be the driving force behind the theme? other than for the pot painting competition which was conducted a couple of days

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-68894300807714336342007-08-14T18:32:00.001+05:302008-03-12T18:20:23.186+05:30

'show me your friend and I'll tell you who you are'.. that's what they say about friends.. I say, 200% true!when I look back, at every phase of my life, I've been friends with people who reflected the kind of person I was then.. the schooltime phase when I was an outspoken and totally outright brat, through those times when I've been most miserable, when I've been totally prejudiced, confused,

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-2766476705239779342007-08-03T12:10:00.003+05:302008-04-16T15:49:46.894+05:30

The latest round of convictions of the 1993 Bombay blasts accused, came as a welcome news.. It felt good to read the headline in a newspaper.. "13 BLASTS, 14 YEARS, A 100 CONVICTIONS". Ok, considering the fact that many of the masterminds behind the blasts are still on the run, and away from the reach of the law as long as they are good at their game... Still, to execute their plans they need lay

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-65535373366925211392007-07-27T17:37:00.003+05:302008-12-27T01:50:03.955+05:30

Had a vacation this time which was well planned out much ahead in time.. which hasn't been the case with my usual vacations till now.. but do what I may, my plans had to be changed, thanks to the Rain Gods.. did get a couple of sunny days in between which was made use of 200%Went over to Thriparapu on our way back from Nagercoil. I had been to this place 14 years back, on a trip from School.

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-14857563488355233832007-07-06T17:05:00.001+05:302008-03-12T18:23:12.811+05:30

Have you ever been in situations when you just go ahead and do something just because you were told to do it.. no questions asked.. not having any idea why you are doing that, or for what!?It's even weird when you do it because some astrologer asked u to.. (yeah I can almost see that smirk on the faces of my satyachristiani or atheist friends..) ok, the fact of the matter is that:1. I do believe

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-9301598956250891302007-06-29T18:25:00.000+05:302007-07-02T13:19:15.133+05:30

just got to watch Disney's 'The Kid' yesterday. Was in no mood to put up with a movie late in the night after a looooong day of hard work, n a double-cross by a seemingly-oh-so-innocent teammie.. had to remind myself of my age-old-tried'n tested-theory to be double careful about seemingly unharmful and ultra-nice human beings.. chances are more that they are extremely talented in camouflaging

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-26817977917097589682007-06-21T16:38:00.002+05:302008-03-12T18:24:54.801+05:30

You Are 45% Left Brained, 55% Right BrainedThe left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.Daring and intuitive

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-60829438006992245482007-06-19T13:17:00.000+05:302007-06-21T10:48:08.073+05:30

yay! back aftr the weekend..outstanding achievement: checked out a new store, which was just a few blocks away from where i stayed for an year, before moving out to this new apt.. n realised that it's a totally fundoo store.. (read: most of the stuff in there was in tune with my taste..) picked up some, n got poorer by a few thousand bucks.. but i swear it was worth it!! :)=======================

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-29420924551934150192007-06-15T12:17:00.001+05:302008-04-16T15:29:19.724+05:30

Have been nursing this nasty cold since a couple of days now.. had to take off from work for the rest of the day, yest.. this is the 2nd attack of the cold monster this year, since January..Over the years, I've realised that it's only during these times that I put a semi-colon to the mad race and treat myself better. Still.. it's more of an abuse as I take the most heavy medications to sustain me

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-76834946574272793222007-06-11T10:54:00.002+05:302008-04-16T14:59:45.207+05:30

That was the day when I got my 3rd semester results.. n realised that I've flunked royally.. So, what's the big deal? Afterall, it isnt worth an Engineering Degree, if you havent had a chance to go through those Arrears/Supplis.. but hey, I was someone least convinced.. it was my first "failure" to speak of.. and at that age, I really did not know how to handle failures..What made it even painful

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-92067020965405297682007-06-04T10:05:00.001+05:302008-03-12T18:27:20.693+05:30

how saddening it is, when one gets to know that somewhere far away, a part of one's memories is burnt to ashes...wonder whether im over-reacting.. but im shattered to hear about the destructive fire in the Mohali Rehri market today.. it is said to be accidental though..If you know Mohali, I'm talking about this small Rehri Market in 3B2, which is behind the Gurudwara opp. Katani/Sital in

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-53790952922727347542007-05-25T10:48:00.001+05:302008-04-26T01:47:41.244+05:30

trends come n go... but some just fight it all and remain people's favorite through the ages.. more so when it's associated with culture, pride, comfort and seen as a status symbol.wot am i talking about? im talking about 'dowry'...yeah d same old boring topic.. remember having those silly debates n stuff during school days about this so called evil.. somehow, over the time i've realised that my

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-44275305662207868212007-05-16T12:06:00.000+05:302007-05-16T12:36:27.981+05:30

Sans any political inclinations, he's one Union Minister I felt was contributing considerably and sensibly to the Communications & IT industry, and being very transparent about it as well..I just hope people like him do manage to make their way back to the forefront n keep up the good work they do to the industry, making its fruits affordable n available to a wide cross-section of Indian citizens.

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-25559823074385190762007-05-08T16:36:00.002+05:302008-04-16T15:46:39.235+05:30

Remember, I was talking about this old school-mate of mine, who used to hide his marital status and delete off any mention of it publicly in orkut n stuff?just got to hear about another such specimen of late.. this one's the baap of it all, though!do take a look at thisWhat's even amusing is the fact that, the day after I read this in the newspaper, I got to know that the person in question has

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-5209256437211798292007-05-03T13:39:00.003+05:302008-04-16T15:47:53.306+05:30

So much for providing equal opportunities and abolishment of gender bias or industry specific bias for that matter.. just got to read this piece of news today.Women were asked to convince(!) their employers to avoid them from doing night duties, or else, quit their jobs!The threat, as they say, is not exactly at the workplace, but could be during the commute. In that case, how would this threat

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-5890067737663832122007-04-19T21:44:00.003+05:302008-12-27T01:45:51.005+05:30

Seems like I'm unintentionally falling into following a certain weekly time-table of blogging on Thursday nights, since sometime now!not my fault! for one, I have those late night con-calls on Thursdays late in the evening.. n now as though that wasn't enough, the B'lore mango showers are following a weekly time-table as well.. it rained during the evening last Wednesday, n so did it this week!

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-14736349713928610612007-04-19T15:42:00.001+05:302008-03-12T18:40:41.159+05:30

You want to know the A-Z of Indian Culture, pls approach the self appointed moral guards of India! They are way too much wise when it comes to Culture.. you dint know how they've taken up the cause of a poor li'l Indian damsel in distress? The irony is, the damsel in question doesn't think there was anything wrong with the act! but hey, who's she to judge/decide that! The moral police babus feel

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-22039133315975425822007-04-13T17:54:00.003+05:302008-12-27T01:46:15.858+05:30

discovered a handful of things all over again..for one, the rain!! t'was a welcome relief .. n i just realised how fun it is, to get drenched in those mango showers, after a real long time! totally loved it.. though it made me miss the kerala rains a lot! made a resolution to make sure that I take a vacation to kerala during the monsoon!! kick started my long forgotten n forsaken fitness regime..

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-67891964753405514362007-04-05T11:22:00.004+05:302008-04-16T15:36:39.763+05:30

Hema took the help of her Kannada literate colleagues to decode the manuscript written in the ticket.. The policeman had written in there, that we were on the wrong lane!!! n he has even specified the address of the court where we'll be asked to go to, if we fail to produce the papers at the Station within the deadline! when I got to hear this news late in the evening, I felt this sudden urge to

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-2798641130871940112007-04-04T11:40:00.003+05:302008-04-16T15:39:32.876+05:30

Today's a busy day for Hema n Me at our respective workplaces. She had some stuff to get done with as it's the end of this Financial year, and the beginning of the next. For me, this is a crucial day, of approving our component's bits for integration with the Product. So, we took our headbaths early in the morning, and headed for work early.. Hema was a bit disturbed by the sight of the bengaluru

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-28379318098998719732007-03-29T21:22:00.005+05:302008-12-27T01:46:43.974+05:30

I know it's been sometime since I really got to jot in something here...My excuse: I've been keeping real real busy. But that, I always am, of late.. Guess I've got addicted to the state of being busy.. but every other time i get busy, my perception of being "hopelessly busy" is challenged.. it always gets higher in amplitude than what already was.I do get bugged up when that happens.. when I'm

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-24756763321878367282007-03-21T12:15:00.006+05:302008-04-16T18:29:56.747+05:30

got to watch one of those short stories which Star One is airing late nights these days.. yesterday's story was about this schoolgoing kid and his God.. there was something about the picturization which got my sleepyhead kicking! but that's not exactly what I'm here to talk about..it got me thinking about this very personal relationship we share with our Gods.. yes, I believe we all have

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-14404033068630898552007-03-12T17:47:00.003+05:302008-04-16T15:48:48.977+05:30

Hema always keeps asking questions that amaze me.. (contrary to her usual argument that i keep asking her a lot of why's and what's)today morning, while leaving for work, she forgot to get her scooter helmet.. (now that the 'helmet rule' is made mandatory in Bangalore!) she comes back to fetch it and I find her asking me this question: "why is the helmet called helmet? wot's d logic in its name?

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-78654902312795695702007-03-09T18:19:00.002+05:302008-03-12T18:48:36.572+05:30

cartoon based storyboards always manage convey messages in such cute ways..this one's one of my favorites these days..starts with d kind-hearted chidiya rani.. followed by kachua bhaiya's urge to belong to the group .. n the concern n thoughtfulness of his siblings.. finally, sweet success!it just fits too well in the "anticipation-fear-overcoming the fear-success with flying colors" mode, which

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-46316191762732090442007-03-08T13:17:00.003+05:302008-12-27T01:48:35.357+05:30

Happy Women's Day, folks!It's a beautiful day today.. more so because I see some clarity regarding what should be my next step (careerwise).. Had a meeting with my Manager the other day, and I must say, it was pretty fruitful.. in the sense, it helped me gauge the situation real well to make up my mind on what should my next road to travel! I don't buy the argument to have a fixed destination in

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-78503353934858948912007-03-06T14:23:00.004+05:302008-04-16T18:30:18.688+05:30

that's wot they say Mallika Sherawat is all about! I say, she rocks!I watched Murder more than an year after it hit the screens, n must say, wasn't too impressed with her acting skills... but have always enjoyed the lady's famous quotes in print! not that I agree with her or something.. the fact is, i adore the lady's gutsiness to own upto her acts.. rmmbr sometime back, we used to have actresses

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8230434379596575565.post-50667188202166812262007-03-01T18:24:00.001+05:302008-03-12T18:50:48.722+05:30

"pushpa... i hate tears..."for me it's choices! I haaaate choices.. at times, when all the options sound equally good (/bad!), or worse still when it's totally beyond my discretion, more often when the decision is to be made for trivial stuff... but choices, I have to make.. no running away! aargh.. even running away isn't that easy, I have to choose to run!it starts frm the moment the alarm goes

Ushahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12035335987985416714noreply@blogger.com7