Everyone has a five percent.. The 5P you that nobody knows.. The 5P of mushy wriggly sensitive you that you find difficult to talk to leave alone letting it open out to the world.. The 5P you that you have the mind enough to not blurt out even after 4 beers down (haven't tried so i guess).. The 5P you that walks the lonely road beside you.. The 5P you who is truly-deeply-only-you..
I have a 5P too.. And I handle it very weirdly at times..
And I'm extremely sorry I handled it so miserably today.. :|
May 17, 2009
April 9, 2009
Kaash mera dil "soch" pata..
April 9th : 12 something PM.
It was the last working day of the week and there was not even a zilch of inspiration in Dee to do some fertile work.. so there she was, sitting at her office system randomly reviewing the product requirement docs and chatting on-line with her friends simultaneously when one of the random chats suddenly started getting surprisingly interesting..
Scene I : MJ is on the other side of this wired conversation almost in the same state of mind as Dee.
Disclaimer : This chat has been slightly edited solely to protect the non-public discussions before and after the excerpt. The views and ideas of both the parties are.. err.. un-tampered.
MJ: resign kar diya?
did you resign?
Dee: nai nai.. subh subh bol.. :P
no-no.. don't talk of such ill..
MJ: arrey padhne ni jaana kya ?
so you don't wanna go study?
Dee: mere MS ka toh final hai yaar.. saare formalities complete kar rahi ab bas.. :(
my MS plans are almost final.. I'm just trying to complete all the formalities..
MJ: hmm.. y this rondu smiley?
what makes you sad
Dee: pata nai nayi life kaisi hogi.. koi bhi nai hoga wahan toh.. :(:(
I don't know how the fresh beginning would be.. There's no-one whom i know ..over there
MJ: sahi mein yaar .. rat race rote the pehle.. aaj hum bhi wohi ban ke reh gaye hain
seriously.. we used to crib of the rat-race.. and we landed up becoming rats in the race
Dee: evn if u win d race u remain a rat.. :(
MJ: sad but true
Dee: haan.. yeh saari apni dimaakh ki feelings hoti hai..dil wali nai.. :| aajkal humlog sirf dimag se feel karne lage hai.. :( mujhe aisa lagne laga hai ki its all in my brain.. mai jab chahun khush feel kar sakti hun.. :) nd jab chahun dukhi.. :(
somehow our brain has started doing the 'feeling' bit and not out hearts.. i think my brain orders me to be happy when it wants :) and sad when it wants to. :(
MJ: yes.. very true
Dee: dil pata nai kya kar raha.. :(
no idea what my hearts' doing
MJ: dil ki pooch ke chalne ki himat ni hum mein.. isliye.. safe option
we don't have the courage to listen to our hearts anymore.. maybe.. so we wanna tread on a safe path..
Dee: hmm..
Why is it, that we (read i.. everywhere) can no longer listen to our hearts desires?
Why is it, that we think twice or maybe more to respond to what out heart wants to do?
Why is it, that we have become only 'technical robots' sans all emotions keen to work only for a glorious future?
Why do i, start missing people-very-close once every hour and still don't find the time to call them at lest once a day?
Why is it, that when my heart feels at home here, my brain tells me that i need to go far-far-away to the unknown..
But then, even before Dee and MJ can find answers to any of the above.. humans as they are they digress to more materialistic pleasures.. :)
Dee: mai iss par blog post karu..?? with all due privacy for u.. :)
shall i write a blog post on this ?? with all due privacy to you..
MJ: u knw what.. i wanna do the same.. :) mera to man hai conversation hi utha ke chep daloon
you know what.. i wanna do the same.. in fact i want to copy-paste this conversation..
Dee: hehe.. daal de..
hehe.. do that..
MJ: k..
### P.S. : Added much-much-much later...
People do check out my dear friend MJ's version of the conversation.. or rather a very interesting interpretation ... :)
Kya aapka dil "soch" paata hai...?!!
- Dee
It was the last working day of the week and there was not even a zilch of inspiration in Dee to do some fertile work.. so there she was, sitting at her office system randomly reviewing the product requirement docs and chatting on-line with her friends simultaneously when one of the random chats suddenly started getting surprisingly interesting..
Scene I : MJ is on the other side of this wired conversation almost in the same state of mind as Dee.
Disclaimer : This chat has been slightly edited solely to protect the non-public discussions before and after the excerpt. The views and ideas of both the parties are.. err.. un-tampered.
MJ: resign kar diya?
did you resign?
Dee: nai nai.. subh subh bol.. :P
no-no.. don't talk of such ill..
MJ: arrey padhne ni jaana kya ?
so you don't wanna go study?
Dee: mere MS ka toh final hai yaar.. saare formalities complete kar rahi ab bas.. :(
my MS plans are almost final.. I'm just trying to complete all the formalities..
MJ: hmm.. y this rondu smiley?
what makes you sad
Dee: pata nai nayi life kaisi hogi.. koi bhi nai hoga wahan toh.. :(:(
I don't know how the fresh beginning would be.. There's no-one whom i know ..over there
MJ: sahi mein yaar .. rat race rote the pehle.. aaj hum bhi wohi ban ke reh gaye hain
seriously.. we used to crib of the rat-race.. and we landed up becoming rats in the race
Dee: evn if u win d race u remain a rat.. :(
MJ: sad but true
Dee: haan.. yeh saari apni dimaakh ki feelings hoti hai..dil wali nai.. :| aajkal humlog sirf dimag se feel karne lage hai.. :( mujhe aisa lagne laga hai ki its all in my brain.. mai jab chahun khush feel kar sakti hun.. :) nd jab chahun dukhi.. :(
somehow our brain has started doing the 'feeling' bit and not out hearts.. i think my brain orders me to be happy when it wants :) and sad when it wants to. :(
MJ: yes.. very true
Dee: dil pata nai kya kar raha.. :(
no idea what my hearts' doing
MJ: dil ki pooch ke chalne ki himat ni hum mein.. isliye.. safe option
we don't have the courage to listen to our hearts anymore.. maybe.. so we wanna tread on a safe path..
Dee: hmm..
Why is it, that we (read i.. everywhere) can no longer listen to our hearts desires?
Why is it, that we think twice or maybe more to respond to what out heart wants to do?
Why is it, that we have become only 'technical robots' sans all emotions keen to work only for a glorious future?
Why do i, start missing people-very-close once every hour and still don't find the time to call them at lest once a day?
Why is it, that when my heart feels at home here, my brain tells me that i need to go far-far-away to the unknown..
But then, even before Dee and MJ can find answers to any of the above.. humans as they are they digress to more materialistic pleasures.. :)
Dee: mai iss par blog post karu..?? with all due privacy for u.. :)
shall i write a blog post on this ?? with all due privacy to you..
MJ: u knw what.. i wanna do the same.. :) mera to man hai conversation hi utha ke chep daloon
you know what.. i wanna do the same.. in fact i want to copy-paste this conversation..
Dee: hehe.. daal de..
hehe.. do that..
MJ: k..
### P.S. : Added much-much-much later...
People do check out my dear friend MJ's version of the conversation.. or rather a very interesting interpretation ... :)
Kya aapka dil "soch" paata hai...?!!
- Dee
April 7, 2009
Coorg - Day 2 Part 1
Okk this post was a-long-time-overdue.. So without further ado here it goes.. Coorg trip contd'
28th March '09
Now as I'd already mentioned we reached Civet Creek in the wee morning on 28th and all we did after that was crash on our cozy beds.. although P was extremely excited and wanted to wait and watch the sunrise amidst the lush greenery which.. umm.. could never haapen.. :D
Our cozy tents in the shacks were awaiting us.. :)
This is what P captured while the rest enjoyed their sleep..
We woke up only at 9 and got ready in a jiffy.. for we were supposed to go on a trek. It was one of the greater highlights of our trip. Shabari made sure all of us had a healthy breakfast before we left. She also send long a guide (muaahh!!) who would not only direct us, but was also capable enough to negotiate in case somebody sued us with charges of trespassing into their coffee estates growing wild. He knew how to swim, mountaineer, treat snake-bites and do first-aid in case we were "attacked" by "leaches" or "spider". Yes..!! That was the most dreadful calamity that could strike us according to A !! Leave apart the fact that we were trekking into an unknown forest and we easily could sprain/break a bone-or-two by tripping over rocks, get bitten by poisonous snakes or in the worst case "get eaten up by a tiger that came to the river to quench its thirst" according to BPS.. Imaginations.. Sheesh !!
P.S. #1 : A and Dee did land up getting bitten by leaches and A howled so loud we thought it did wake up the blood-thirsty tiger..!!! :D
"we" march on..
This random kid we met on the trek just wanted us to click him.. I guess A spreads the pose-y virus wherever she goes.. :D
Dash poses too (with the waterfall on the Kaveri river we trekked upto in the background)
"we" + our Guide +our driver Manju
After trekking-jumping-walking-climbing-monkeying for some 3-4 hours we eventually returned back to Civet Creek at around 3 in the evening and had some amazing Coorgi delicacies for lunch. Shabari and her parents were such sweethearts, for they knew precisely well what our tastes and desires were. Tired and hungered by the trek.. "we" hogged like pigs and rested for a-while.
Next, we were supposed to go to Talakaveri - the origin of the mighty river Kaveri which is as sacred in southern India as the Ganga is in the north (so-much-so that in the morning trek somebody had enthusiastically declared - "one dip in the sacred river and all of us would have washed-off all our sins committed in south India" Geez..!!). Anyways the ride to Talakaveri was long-yet-breathtakingly beautiful.
We took some lovely pictures on the way..
I had never seen the origin of any river before, although I remember having studied in school that rivers begin in streams and tributaries which merge to form the parent river, but we were sure in for a big shock. When we entered the temple complex we saw a wishing well..err..a tank.
We had just 1 coin and the 7 of us wanted to make wishes.. :( i guess our wishes got divide 1/7th for each.. :(
After the customary visits-cum-prayers at the numerous temples we headed on to where the actual origin was, or what we knew back then the origin was. There was a staircase with some zillion stairs (trust me, it ain't an exaggeration.. I climbed them all) leading to.. umm.. nowhere..!! Yup.. we couldn't even figure out the upper limit.. it was all covered up in clouds..!!
Ya, we had to climb up all to the top to see how river Kaveri originates and One cheekily commented that in case we die while climbing up it would take us less time in reaching heaven. Sheesh :/
So we started climbing.. and climbed.. and climbed.. and climbed.. everyone around us was also climbing to nowhere.. but still climbing and climbing.. and climbing some more.. we paused to gasp for some breadth and then again climbed.. and more.. and I kept dreaming of all the escalators in all the malls.. :( .. and it made my climb more difficult and sad.. we panted.. drank water.. posed for pictures.. and climbed again.. but all the way up there was no sign of any river..??!! "The origin thing better be worth it" Dee scowled.. and what did we see when we reached the end of the 4000mts ascend..??!!??
Ohh Mann!! a water-hole!! thats it!!... Whhaattt??!!
We still pose.. only pairs of our feet showing huddled around the "Origin".. Geez..!!
Somebody suggested that may-be-there-may-be (ya so many maybe's) there was an underground trench running from that point all along the depth of the mountain to meet the actual river..!!
S wondered (aloud..!?! and thankfully in English coz the local crowd there seemed very detached to the language) what-on-earth-would-happen if we threw lots of pebbles and stones in the water hole to close it.. (Sheesh :/) talk of imagination running wild.. "It would certainly solve all the Kaveri water issues", pat came someone's reply (Double Sheesh :/)
Guess what we saw on the descend..
We got back to Civet Creek again tired and miserable.. and hogged again to glory. Only this time it wasn't Coorgi food.. It was something we managed to cook-undercook-overcook-burn... :|
you'll hafta wait for it till my next post.. and i promise i'll make it quicker this time..
P.S. #2 : One DID-NOT bribe Dee into making all the compliments she made in this post. "we" do know what compliments m talking of.. right guys.. :D
- Dee
28th March '09
Now as I'd already mentioned we reached Civet Creek in the wee morning on 28th and all we did after that was crash on our cozy beds.. although P was extremely excited and wanted to wait and watch the sunrise amidst the lush greenery which.. umm.. could never haapen.. :D
Our cozy tents in the shacks were awaiting us.. :)
This is what P captured while the rest enjoyed their sleep..
We woke up only at 9 and got ready in a jiffy.. for we were supposed to go on a trek. It was one of the greater highlights of our trip. Shabari made sure all of us had a healthy breakfast before we left. She also send long a guide (muaahh!!) who would not only direct us, but was also capable enough to negotiate in case somebody sued us with charges of trespassing into their coffee estates growing wild. He knew how to swim, mountaineer, treat snake-bites and do first-aid in case we were "attacked" by "leaches" or "spider". Yes..!! That was the most dreadful calamity that could strike us according to A !! Leave apart the fact that we were trekking into an unknown forest and we easily could sprain/break a bone-or-two by tripping over rocks, get bitten by poisonous snakes or in the worst case "get eaten up by a tiger that came to the river to quench its thirst" according to BPS.. Imaginations.. Sheesh !!
P.S. #1 : A and Dee did land up getting bitten by leaches and A howled so loud we thought it did wake up the blood-thirsty tiger..!!! :D
"we" march on..
This random kid we met on the trek just wanted us to click him.. I guess A spreads the pose-y virus wherever she goes.. :D
Dash poses too (with the waterfall on the Kaveri river we trekked upto in the background)
"we" + our Guide +our driver Manju
After trekking-jumping-walking-climbing-monkeying for some 3-4 hours we eventually returned back to Civet Creek at around 3 in the evening and had some amazing Coorgi delicacies for lunch. Shabari and her parents were such sweethearts, for they knew precisely well what our tastes and desires were. Tired and hungered by the trek.. "we" hogged like pigs and rested for a-while.
Next, we were supposed to go to Talakaveri - the origin of the mighty river Kaveri which is as sacred in southern India as the Ganga is in the north (so-much-so that in the morning trek somebody had enthusiastically declared - "one dip in the sacred river and all of us would have washed-off all our sins committed in south India" Geez..!!). Anyways the ride to Talakaveri was long-yet-breathtakingly beautiful.
We took some lovely pictures on the way..
I had never seen the origin of any river before, although I remember having studied in school that rivers begin in streams and tributaries which merge to form the parent river, but we were sure in for a big shock. When we entered the temple complex we saw a wishing well..err..a tank.
We had just 1 coin and the 7 of us wanted to make wishes.. :( i guess our wishes got divide 1/7th for each.. :(
After the customary visits-cum-prayers at the numerous temples we headed on to where the actual origin was, or what we knew back then the origin was. There was a staircase with some zillion stairs (trust me, it ain't an exaggeration.. I climbed them all) leading to.. umm.. nowhere..!! Yup.. we couldn't even figure out the upper limit.. it was all covered up in clouds..!!
Ya, we had to climb up all to the top to see how river Kaveri originates and One cheekily commented that in case we die while climbing up it would take us less time in reaching heaven. Sheesh :/
So we started climbing.. and climbed.. and climbed.. and climbed.. everyone around us was also climbing to nowhere.. but still climbing and climbing.. and climbing some more.. we paused to gasp for some breadth and then again climbed.. and more.. and I kept dreaming of all the escalators in all the malls.. :( .. and it made my climb more difficult and sad.. we panted.. drank water.. posed for pictures.. and climbed again.. but all the way up there was no sign of any river..??!! "The origin thing better be worth it" Dee scowled.. and what did we see when we reached the end of the 4000mts ascend..??!!??
Ohh Mann!! a water-hole!! thats it!!... Whhaattt??!!
We still pose.. only pairs of our feet showing huddled around the "Origin".. Geez..!!
Somebody suggested that may-be-there-may-be (ya so many maybe's) there was an underground trench running from that point all along the depth of the mountain to meet the actual river..!!
S wondered (aloud..!?! and thankfully in English coz the local crowd there seemed very detached to the language) what-on-earth-would-happen if we threw lots of pebbles and stones in the water hole to close it.. (Sheesh :/) talk of imagination running wild.. "It would certainly solve all the Kaveri water issues", pat came someone's reply (Double Sheesh :/)
Guess what we saw on the descend..
We got back to Civet Creek again tired and miserable.. and hogged again to glory. Only this time it wasn't Coorgi food.. It was something we managed to cook-undercook-overcook-burn... :|
you'll hafta wait for it till my next post.. and i promise i'll make it quicker this time..
P.S. #2 : One DID-NOT bribe Dee into making all the compliments she made in this post. "we" do know what compliments m talking of.. right guys.. :D
- Dee
April 1, 2009
Never Imitate
P.S. Please click on the pictures for a better view..
I was as usual whiling away my time in office today reading blog-posts.. checking mails.. when to my surprise I saw i had a mail in Hindi on my official mail-id..!! Geez :/
Now this was neither a once-in-a-lifetime-spectacle nor something that would make a 24-year-old start jumping in office.. But there was something about it that told me in my head.. "Dee lets try it.." :)
Ordinarily there would have been absolutely no issues trying anything like this at work and seeing no harm i cool-ly clicked on "settings".. "languages" and changed it to Hindi.. it probably took some 2 mins to change to the new settings and i had a brand new Gmail-in-Hindi.. :D
My original Gmail version..
My Gmail version after all the tactics i tried.. :D
I had enough of it and wanted my good old English UK version back again.. So after interpreting all the Hindi i tried to revert back..
But sadly my Gmail wouldn't budge.. :(
And since then i have managed to kill one full-jobless-day-on-job learning Hindi terms and lingo's for their English counterparts.. :)
-Dee
I was as usual whiling away my time in office today reading blog-posts.. checking mails.. when to my surprise I saw i had a mail in Hindi on my official mail-id..!! Geez :/
Now this was neither a once-in-a-lifetime-spectacle nor something that would make a 24-year-old start jumping in office.. But there was something about it that told me in my head.. "Dee lets try it.." :)
Ordinarily there would have been absolutely no issues trying anything like this at work and seeing no harm i cool-ly clicked on "settings".. "languages" and changed it to Hindi.. it probably took some 2 mins to change to the new settings and i had a brand new Gmail-in-Hindi.. :D
My original Gmail version..
My Gmail version after all the tactics i tried.. :D
I had enough of it and wanted my good old English UK version back again.. So after interpreting all the Hindi i tried to revert back..
But sadly my Gmail wouldn't budge.. :(
And since then i have managed to kill one full-jobless-day-on-job learning Hindi terms and lingo's for their English counterparts.. :)
-Dee
March 31, 2009
Coorg - Day 1 Part 1
The best decisions of my life have always been the ones that i've made without thinking too much. Which is why when one fatefully-boring-weekday-at-office i jumped the gun and SMSed a couple of friends that we desperately need to make a weekend trip. P jumped at the chance and i shot mails in all directions.
Before anybody could realize P had made all the bookings and arrangements, where-to-stay, how to get there.. bla bla. She even managed to strike a friendship with Shabari the most hospitable-storyTelling-sweetest host ever, while A managed to ransack every retail-cum-provision store in the neighborhood so that we had potato chips-coke for breakfast, chips-wafers-pepsi for lunch and again kurkure-coke for dinner for the full 2 days. *Sheesh* Jokes apart we had amazing coorgi delicacies thanks to our hostess.. but more on that later.
Everything happened very suddenly, and before we knew "we" ( Dee, P, A, BPS, One, S, Dash) along with our bag packs were aboard on the "traveller" we had booked at around 1030 in the night on the 27th March '09.
"we" ...
S and One enjoyed the bumpy-seat-ride throughout the trip..
Singing-sleeping-playing into the night we reached Madikeri - the capital of Coorg ( don't ask me the details, even i thought only countries and states have capitals and Coorg as far as i knew was only a small town). It was only 3.30 in the morning and our driver Manju (again don't ask) started craving for tea. So Manju, BPS, Dash, One, S and Dee got off the traveller in search of tea and accompaniment (now you-kno-what-it-is). Not only was it dark and freezing cold but the people there seemed to be practicing for F1 at an unearthly hour.. I almost got run over by a freekingly-speedy car while posing for a pic.
Another instance where BPS was almost gonna get run-over by a bus.. One is startled to death.. while S and Dee are happy enough at the prospect of being clicked at 3.30AM..!!
We reached our campsite by around 5 in the morning after a little trek in the dark coz the traveller could not be taken there. One look and all of us fell in love with the place instantaneously, even though it was pitch dark and we could hardly make out what we were gaping at..
I guess there was something in the spirit of the place that attracted us like a magnet..
Another one at Civet Creek..
our shacks looked soo welcoming..
Tired of travel, as Shabari rightfully knew we were, she had already pitched out our tents. All we did was thank her and straightaway crashed on our cozy beds and dozed off to sleep at 6 in the morning..
theres more of Coorg to come in the future posts. so you keep reading..
-Dee
Before anybody could realize P had made all the bookings and arrangements, where-to-stay, how to get there.. bla bla. She even managed to strike a friendship with Shabari the most hospitable-storyTelling-sweetest host ever, while A managed to ransack every retail-cum-provision store in the neighborhood so that we had potato chips-coke for breakfast, chips-wafers-pepsi for lunch and again kurkure-coke for dinner for the full 2 days. *Sheesh* Jokes apart we had amazing coorgi delicacies thanks to our hostess.. but more on that later.
Everything happened very suddenly, and before we knew "we" ( Dee, P, A, BPS, One, S, Dash) along with our bag packs were aboard on the "traveller" we had booked at around 1030 in the night on the 27th March '09.
"we" ...
S and One enjoyed the bumpy-seat-ride throughout the trip..Singing-sleeping-playing into the night we reached Madikeri - the capital of Coorg ( don't ask me the details, even i thought only countries and states have capitals and Coorg as far as i knew was only a small town). It was only 3.30 in the morning and our driver Manju (again don't ask) started craving for tea. So Manju, BPS, Dash, One, S and Dee got off the traveller in search of tea and accompaniment (now you-kno-what-it-is). Not only was it dark and freezing cold but the people there seemed to be practicing for F1 at an unearthly hour.. I almost got run over by a freekingly-speedy car while posing for a pic.
Another instance where BPS was almost gonna get run-over by a bus.. One is startled to death.. while S and Dee are happy enough at the prospect of being clicked at 3.30AM..!!We reached our campsite by around 5 in the morning after a little trek in the dark coz the traveller could not be taken there. One look and all of us fell in love with the place instantaneously, even though it was pitch dark and we could hardly make out what we were gaping at..
I guess there was something in the spirit of the place that attracted us like a magnet..
Another one at Civet Creek..
our shacks looked soo welcoming..
Tired of travel, as Shabari rightfully knew we were, she had already pitched out our tents. All we did was thank her and straightaway crashed on our cozy beds and dozed off to sleep at 6 in the morning..theres more of Coorg to come in the future posts. so you keep reading..
-Dee
March 30, 2009
Home-Comming
There has been a-lot of "happening's" in the last few days, loads of events to account for, but it would only be justice if i delve back a little into the past to narrate the background before i start talking about the trip i just returned from..
After about almost a year in Bangalore my roomie-cum-gang-buddy A, another gang-buddy P and i(Dee) decided or rather felt the urgent need of moving out of a single room in the pg into a flat of our own for there were so many reasons behind. A couldn't invite home certain special friends.. we couldn't throw parties on-n-off and landed-up paying huge amounts at eateries each time we wanted to catch-up with friends. We (A, P, Dee, One, Nandu) also ended getting molested by the Karnataka Police for the mere offense of trying to cut my Bday cake on the road outside our pg at midnight .. So on the auspicious occasion of the Republic Day of India '09, we decided to go Independent (mere coincidence) and got our own house (okk, a rented one). Since that day there's never been any holiday we've spend sans parties.. Holi.. random lunch.. friend-catch-up.. So although our monthly budgets have sky-rocketed (I dunno how, but it makes me happy.. Seesh :/ ) we've made some zillion friends ever-since in Bangalore. It work's this way : A's school-buddy becomes Dee and P's cool-buddy. Dee's friend becomes P's and P's friends'-friend and so on and on.. Maybe this is how the six-degrees-of-separation found its origin.
So one fateful week-day at office P and Dee realize that they were getting very bored with the rut-life and needed some change in environment. So coupled up with P's school-buddy S and Dee's college-cum-ofc-colleague BPS they come up with a cool plan of a trek-view-raft-fun-trip over the weekend to Coorg (although the raft part had to be given-up coz looking at things pragmatically March end => no rain => no water in Kaveri => no rafting). However this was too petty a thing to deter our spirits and we headed on with our "Coorg-28-29" trip and shot off chain mails amongst 9-10 friends. Every mail saw some 40-45+ replies and finally "we" a group of 7 budged-on with the plan that turned out to be a legen-waitForIt-dary trip. :)
I'll carry on with the trip in the future posts.. so you keep reading..
-Dee
After about almost a year in Bangalore my roomie-cum-gang-buddy A, another gang-buddy P and i(Dee) decided or rather felt the urgent need of moving out of a single room in the pg into a flat of our own for there were so many reasons behind. A couldn't invite home certain special friends.. we couldn't throw parties on-n-off and landed-up paying huge amounts at eateries each time we wanted to catch-up with friends. We (A, P, Dee, One, Nandu) also ended getting molested by the Karnataka Police for the mere offense of trying to cut my Bday cake on the road outside our pg at midnight .. So on the auspicious occasion of the Republic Day of India '09, we decided to go Independent (mere coincidence) and got our own house (okk, a rented one). Since that day there's never been any holiday we've spend sans parties.. Holi.. random lunch.. friend-catch-up.. So although our monthly budgets have sky-rocketed (I dunno how, but it makes me happy.. Seesh :/ ) we've made some zillion friends ever-since in Bangalore. It work's this way : A's school-buddy becomes Dee and P's cool-buddy. Dee's friend becomes P's and P's friends'-friend and so on and on.. Maybe this is how the six-degrees-of-separation found its origin.
So one fateful week-day at office P and Dee realize that they were getting very bored with the rut-life and needed some change in environment. So coupled up with P's school-buddy S and Dee's college-cum-ofc-colleague BPS they come up with a cool plan of a trek-view-raft-fun-trip over the weekend to Coorg (although the raft part had to be given-up coz looking at things pragmatically March end => no rain => no water in Kaveri => no rafting). However this was too petty a thing to deter our spirits and we headed on with our "Coorg-28-29" trip and shot off chain mails amongst 9-10 friends. Every mail saw some 40-45+ replies and finally "we" a group of 7 budged-on with the plan that turned out to be a legen-waitForIt-dary trip. :)
I'll carry on with the trip in the future posts.. so you keep reading..
-Dee
March 25, 2009
4.30PM..everyday..
the sun shines through the corner office and hits me in the eye.
I enjoy seeing its gold orange glow reflected off the modern steel and glass structure opposite the window, and I imagine briefly, that I am sunning myself on some tropical island..
And I wish I could exchange the tweed umbrella in my bag for a tiny coloured paper one in my drink.
I enjoy seeing its gold orange glow reflected off the modern steel and glass structure opposite the window, and I imagine briefly, that I am sunning myself on some tropical island..
And I wish I could exchange the tweed umbrella in my bag for a tiny coloured paper one in my drink.
OnTheJob : The First Part
It's been some 2 years since there has been any activity here.. Alas..!!
On checking out other similar places i owned i came across this very apt post.. **Seesh**.. how my life is going only in circles.. Nyways.. "ReUsability" is a keyword of great importance in the life of any S/W Er.. so i decided to copy paste not only the post but also the comments.. ;) Guess 5 cool comments on a re-return post will pump-up my enthu.. :)
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Its been about 4 long mnths that i last updated this place... Many approving souls cribbed tht i refrained from wrk.. many others on-the-contrary felt happy coz it meant i wouldn't be able to bug thm wit "plzz read".. "plzz commnt".. and other such stuff...
Nevermind.. all why's/whynot's/how/who/where/blabla ... and all the rest answering what kept me "busy-and-away" from this place would be dealt with some other tym.. There aint anything special today.. nor is today a very auspicious day that i thot of reverting back to this place.. but im simply bored today..
## i've tried pinging ppl.. but evryone on earth apart frm me is-or-seems busy...
## tried googling every possible wrd.. phrase.. statement.. my inference : googling google gives d most intresting results...
## i've got zillions of nu s/w's installd..(almost all my company had d license for) played nd xperimnted wit thm(none f thm happn to b nfs or aoe but still..)
## changed all my accnt nd ibanking passwords..
## tried using 3 different IDE's for d same JAVA version..
## scrapped and replied to evry scrap nd mail.. chkd all d pics uploaded by ppl.. to the heights-- evn of those who i know jes coz they appear on my friend list.. :(
## created 5 diff welcome screens for my lotus notes tht i chnge 5 tymes a day..
## dwnloaded all possible manuals for my iPod nd wud-b-iPhone...
...nd m still gttng bored... :(
ordering a Mc.D chicken puff is wat i want to do now... (sadly its only a dream tht they'll delv it in d part of B'lore i work..)
It was a mere coincidence that a friend-cum-blogger-cum-friendlyBlogger some 2500 kms away somewhere happened to be in-d-absolute same situation..(:P) the only gud thing being her post helpd me kill 10 mins... anthr 5 mins it took to dawn on me tht this is one unexplored region tht cud help in my mission to kill tym.. and it did..wonderfully... so here im..
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Now the Comments.. ;)
On checking out other similar places i owned i came across this very apt post.. **Seesh**.. how my life is going only in circles.. Nyways.. "ReUsability" is a keyword of great importance in the life of any S/W Er.. so i decided to copy paste not only the post but also the comments.. ;) Guess 5 cool comments on a re-return post will pump-up my enthu.. :)
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Its been about 4 long mnths that i last updated this place... Many approving souls cribbed tht i refrained from wrk.. many others on-the-contrary felt happy coz it meant i wouldn't be able to bug thm wit "plzz read".. "plzz commnt".. and other such stuff...
Nevermind.. all why's/whynot's/how/who/where/blabla ... and all the rest answering what kept me "busy-and-away" from this place would be dealt with some other tym.. There aint anything special today.. nor is today a very auspicious day that i thot of reverting back to this place.. but im simply bored today..
## i've tried pinging ppl.. but evryone on earth apart frm me is-or-seems busy...
## tried googling every possible wrd.. phrase.. statement.. my inference : googling google gives d most intresting results...
## i've got zillions of nu s/w's installd..(almost all my company had d license for) played nd xperimnted wit thm(none f thm happn to b nfs or aoe but still..)
## changed all my accnt nd ibanking passwords..
## tried using 3 different IDE's for d same JAVA version..
## scrapped and replied to evry scrap nd mail.. chkd all d pics uploaded by ppl.. to the heights-- evn of those who i know jes coz they appear on my friend list.. :(
## created 5 diff welcome screens for my lotus notes tht i chnge 5 tymes a day..
## dwnloaded all possible manuals for my iPod nd wud-b-iPhone...
...nd m still gttng bored... :(
ordering a Mc.D chicken puff is wat i want to do now... (sadly its only a dream tht they'll delv it in d part of B'lore i work..)
It was a mere coincidence that a friend-cum-blogger-cum-friendlyBlogger some 2500 kms away somewhere happened to be in-d-absolute same situation..(:P) the only gud thing being her post helpd me kill 10 mins... anthr 5 mins it took to dawn on me tht this is one unexplored region tht cud help in my mission to kill tym.. and it did..wonderfully... so here im..
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Now the Comments.. ;)
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good one.......all of us though staying at diff places are going thru d same phase...abhi bhi saath saath......neways....achha hai....keep blogging.......nd dont worry.i'll always b thr to drop by nd put in a comment :)
ekdam se velli ladki hai ... just hope that none of your company guys, goes through this, coz that would mean tons of work for you to cope up with in the upcoming 24 hours ... nevertheless, well written :)
hope you utilize ur free tym n regularly update both of ur blogs...n don worry whenever u fall short of topics, i will always lend u some and inspire you..jaisa aaj maine kiya..hehe..lols
hey sweetie
knw wat,while reading ur blogs,the ques is alwayz running on back of ma mind "how u write so beautifully?".. :)
alas,i've not open n updated my bolgspace in last 8 or more months.. (not that m as busy as u r 'vehla' :P)
hope i get ma chance too
hey keep blogging,u seem to be nearer than u are that way :)
happy blogging :)
see my smartness,i knew ek baar mein comment publish ni hoga,so i copied the text n kept on pasting everytime it failed till it actually published it :P :))
gonna do same with this one :)