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Hyderabad Calling

Kyaaaa bol re yaaaaron? Ismail Bhai kaisi baate karre the malum?!! Charminar pe baitthe uno :-DRecognize the dialect and tonality? … For those who have been to this city, and watched The Angrez, it’s an easy one.Hyderabadi.(Angrez is one of my all-time favourite movies, an absolute laugh riot and a certain recommendation - unless you’re the toffee-nosed, snooty types who only appreciate things that are high-class, polished and pretentious. Bah humbug!)I was in Andhra Pradesh for a week in December. (You may not have realised my absence since the blog kept updating itself due to write-ups posted in advance.) I’d gone to Hyd for the advanced phase of my human process lab; the next step of the ISABS Basic I’d attended in Goa in May 09.I’d tremendously enjoyed and benefitted from the BLHP (Basic), and obviously my expectations from the ALHP (Advanced) were high. Unfortunately, while my trip was great, my lab experience was all right, not extraordinary. Of course, the week was totally wort…

Baby I'm Addicted...

This goes out to most boys (and some girls, too) who drink for any and every reason, any and every day.Why do you drink so much?What is it about alcohol that is so irresistible and makes you so desperate?It’s ridiculous. Honestly. I won’t deny the desire and pleasure of a drink now and then when you’re very stressed of extremely happy, or you want to celebrate a particularly significant occasion in your life.But drinking coz you can afford it and drinking coz booze is available is downright stupid. And the fact that you can’t control yourself in the presence of alcohol is disgusting.I’ve seen more than a few folks who drink almost every single day for no other excuse than they’ve been to office or they have nothing else to do. Guys get together after work and lounge at someone’s place with bottles of beer, rum and whisky maybe because it makes them feel cool, or could be because they believe that it is essential. A day without alcohol makes them feel incomplete and bored. As if they’v…

Washroom chronicles

Hey there!!I wrote about Wardrobe Chronicles 2 years ago… And this time, here’s a sneak peek into the woman’s private zone… Are you excited yet?Well, if you think what’s so great about a woman’s lavatory, think again.(In fact, if you DO think that there’s nothing special about a woman’s restroom, it’s all the more reason for you to read this post. Brush up on your GK, dude!! Dobara mat poochna!!)For women, a washroom is not merely a place to freshen up, but an essential part of living… If walls had ears, the restroom walls would have been a part of the Guinness World Records for holding the most secrets…Women crying.Women gossiping.Women sniggering.Women discussing latest fashion.Women reminiscing about the good ol’ days.Women experimenting with new looks and make up.I haven’t mentioned half the list yet…Now do you see?Now, again you would think why I’m sharing all this with you non-members of this private and beautiful zone. Am I not a woman who loves this space? I do, which is why I…

Who's Loss Is It Anyway?

I’m a sore loser when it comes to losing people.I HATE ending relations. I wail and I flail and I make life difficult for myself and the person involved. (Of course, considering that most people these days are quite business-like, detached and impersonal, they do not experience the same trauma that I do. Fair enough. We’re not created equal, and thank god for that…)Amazingly, despite the innumerable times that I’ve lost close and not so close friends, I’ve not turned numb to this phenomenon yet. Each time it happens, I experience the same amount of grief and restlessness.As most ladies would readily agree, it’s tough being a woman. However, the one time when I truly regret it is when my guy friends fall in love with me. I used to be a tomboy (still am, in a few ways, and proud of it!) and I continue to share excellent rapport with all my guy friends as well as the girls. Yet, when these very chaddi buddies tell me they’ve fallen for me, the chemistry goes to the dogs and life becomes …

Rosesh ki Inspirations

No doubt you know what I’m talking about.The brilliant, entertaining and one of a kind – Rosesh Sarabhai, and his mind-blowing poems. Compiled from the show Sarabhai vs Sarabhai, that was aired on Star One not so long ago.Some of his “choicest” creations, assembled from the net and memory… Enjoy!In the living room of Sarabhai's, Hogi Saahil Bhai ki sagaai,
Agley mahiney, Priya Bhabhi phuli na samaai.

Momma tum sabse pyari, Tum bin jaise main raaste ka andha bhikhari,
Blessings daan me de do, Thodi mamta tumhari, Momma ho momma ho.

Ek Common Man Ko Mili Hai Pari, Jaise Chikoo Ke saath Ho Strawberry,
Aage Aage Mummy Aur Piche Piche Daddy, Jaise Tom And Jerry. Ghanan ghanan ghanan ghanan, Badalo se aaye pehle surya kiran,
Daaton ke liye dant manjan, Aur pet ke liye kaayam chooran .

Hawa mein hain khushi ki aroma, Jeet gayi momma, jeet gayi momma,
Say hi to happiness and tata to trauma, Jeet gayi momma, jeet gayi momma .

Jelly giri zameen par, To awaaz aayi PLUP PLUP!
Baccha usme haath maare, T…

Still Together...

How do I feel when I am with you?Lovely.Complete.Protected.Special.Content.What do you do to make me feel this way?At times, something.Most of the times, nothing at all. I just feel that way coz I love you and I can sense your love if not directly experience it at a given moment.I just put my head on your shoulder and I forget all the worries and sorrows in the world. Cuddled in your arms, I hear your heart beating against my palm, and time comes to a standstill.I can’t stop smiling as I look at you coz I’m struck by the fact that I love you like crazy.And I think of the way you look at me, and I know you love me too…Isn’t it beautiful, this thing that we have?So what if we fight? So what if there are times when we can’t bear each other? So what if we’ve often contemplated going our separate ways?We’re still together… Still going strong… (Just like Shania Twain said…)You have the power to make me feel like the most beautiful woman on the planet, and you can also make me feel stupid an…

BPO Bloopers

Once in a BPO, you get stamped in a variety of ways.I’m not talking about prejudices people harbour or accusations non-BPO people hurl at you. I mean working in a BPO develops some traits in you that are peculiar to this industry.For example(s)…I now get ready to swipe my identity card whenever I happen to pass any door. It’s so spontaneous! As soon as I reach a doorway, whether I am at home or at a restaurant, my hand reaches for my I-card (which is obviously not hanging where it does when I’m at office). As we know, security and data privacy are top concerns in a BPO, so you are required to be frisked when you enter/exit and permitted admission to certain areas.Another really funny thing - most call centre agents (also called customer service executives/representatives) pick up their personal telephones/mobile phones with the call opening they use at work! No, I’m not kidding you… as any agent will readily tell you… So, when a friend calls, the sleepy young man unpretentiously quips…

Lost in Transition

It’s funny when two people love each other, and still can’t seem to lead a happy life together. So many things get in the way – lifestyle, routine, habits, preferences, expectations, desires, prejudices, anxieties and apprehensions…When I came across this couple, I was really not sure if they were right for each other. Strange are the ways of fate. They fell in love not so long ago, and they seem to be going strong in spirit, even though their daily life is a far cry from blissful and ideal. His idea of leading a good life is letting each one have his own way and not complaining. Hers is about living each moment together and being one in every way possible. When her philosophy intrudes upon his, she is upset and this, he handles, by cracking silly jokes in a bid to avoid an argument. No points for guessing that the outcome is the exact opposite.How do I know? She told me. And she also said what follows… albeit not in the same words…(This is for you, sweetie… I know how you feel… Don’t…

Roaring Rajnikant

As promised fellas!Here’s a dose of Rajnikant-isms to keep you roaring :-)Rajnikant doesn’t wear a watch, he decides what time it is!!
Rajnikant’s house has no doors, only walls that he walks through.
Rajnikant once ate an entire bottle of sleeping pills, they just made him blink.
Rajnikant’s every step is a mini whirlwind. Hurricane Katrina was the result of his morning jog!
Where there is a will, there’s a way. Where there is Rajnikant, there is no other way!!
Rajanikanth can build a snowman….out of rain.
Rajnikanth can strangle you with a cordless phone.
Rajanikant can drown a fish.
Rajanikanth can play the violin….on a piano.
When Rajanikanth enters a room, he doesn’t turn the lights on ….he turns the dark off.
Rajanikanth makes onions cry.
It takes Rajnikant 20 minutes to watch 60 minutes.
Ghosts are actually caused by Rajanikanth killing people faster than Death can process them.
When Rajanikanth looks in a mirror the mirror shatters, because not even glass is stupid enough to get between Ra…

Johny Don’t Lie No More

OK so I bet you’ve heard the song Hips Don’t Lie by Shakira, and also the nursery rhyme we learnt in kindergarten. The one that goes “Johny Johny. Yes Papa. Eating Sugar. No Papa.” Right… that one…Wanna know one of my all-time favorite jokes that nobody but I crack up on?Well, you got no choice. I’m obviously telling you.So (tee hee hee) there’s this elephant that kills the zebra (ha ha) and the giraffe is investigating the matter. A hippopotamus is witness to the murder (LOL), and the elephant pleads him not to reveal the facts. When the giraffe goes up to the hippo, the hippo calmly discloses (smirk smirk) all there is to say. The elephant goes all snotty and sad and confronts the hippo.Elephant to Hippo : “So, dude, why did you not protect me? You could have covered my a**.”Hippo to Elephant: “My dear friend… You know what they say… Hips don’t lie.” (ROFL)Ok… ridicule me all you like. I still love this joke. So what if no one but me laughs?!!Right. Getting back to the point. I’ve n…

Order Placed... Or Maybe Not

I often get a very nostalgic and weird feeling when I’m travelling over long distances. While the plane or train zooms ahead, I can physically feel the distance separating me from the place and people I know. It’s like there’s no going back and there’s no one you can reach out to; you’re on your own. I had a similar kind of feeling two days after my supervisor at work left for a sabbatical. Don’t ask me why… It was very spontaneous and unintended… Miss you, Phil. (Though I know you’re not reading this.) As a friend. (I refuse to not regard you that way despite your telling me to not treat colleagues as friends.)Enjoy your sabbatical in Australia!Time to move on to my topic of the day… How would it be if you could choose your partner? As in order a custom-made spouse? Something like the way you assemble a laptop online at Dell with various features and parts…I mean we all whine that our soul-mates have this shortcoming and that attitude and peculiar habits and annoying characteristics.…

Thank You to You!!

Apparently January 11 is International Thank You Day. I'm not gona wait that long, gorgeous readers.Here is my Thank You to you :-)2 months in advance...
Vote of thanks was never quite my favorite part of any meeting or conference. One, coz it’s predictable and boring. Two, coz more often than not, I was expected to deliver it. Often at a minute’s notice. Grrr…But hey, I gotta say it here.Thank you, ladies and gentlemen!!“Life…” is now 51 followers strong, and has 33000+ clicks till date. For a personal blog roughly 3 years old and 370 posts thick, I think it’s a great achievement. For me, and for you… For staying loyal and interested throughout the times I’ve written about the same old topics, for coming back and checking despite there being no updates, for passing on the word and popularizing my blog… I remain grateful to you all. A million thanks!I’ve been blog-rolled by many, and quite a few of you have added your name to my followers list. It’s always a pleasure reading the co…

Diwali Dhamaka!!

Wish you many happy returns of the festive season, and may your days ahead be filled with joy, prosperity, love and laughter!!
I love the Cadbury Celebrations ad that they air on TV and radio. They’re mighty senti ads, trust me, and the first time I see one, I almost always have tears in my eyes. Like the one where Sahil (from Sarabhai vs Sarabhai) visits his old neighbour and hands him a box of chocolates to apologize for his pranks as a kid. Or the one on radio, where a mellow, sincere voice appeals to us to wish family and relatives personally rather than just calling them on the telephone. Hats off to these guys… Great script – simple yet touching, and excellent characters – visual or audio. Cheers, fellas!I was about to say that Diwali this year seemed a little subdued and controlled as far as rowdiness is concerned... But I stand corrected... I was wondering that people were bursting fewer crackers than usual, and then I heard terrifying crackers at the crack of dawn and late int…

Besotted with You

I miss you more than words can say,
I wish there was another way;
A way to be in your arms forever,
And watch you as you try to be funny and clever.I look in your eyes so deep and true,
I try to imagine the dreams they construe;
They say a thousand words as they twinkle,
I read their promises unswerving and fickle.As I walk around with my hand in yours,
I lose count of the minutes and hours;
I could live my entire life like this,
Knowing that there’s nothing I’d ever miss.Your thoughts have me sighing all day long,
Not a moment do you leave my mind alone;
I recall and relive every second with you,
With every recollection, everything appears new.I catch myself imagining our life together,
I look for a sign, fore and nether;
To the angel in you, my soul reaches out,
And I know it’s you, without a doubt.A thousand what ifs cross my mind,
A million anxieties within me I find;
But when I close my eyes my heart rejoices,
And I know it’s you, amidst all the choices.Yes, I say, I know it’s you,
This decision, n…