Oh so broke!!!

If asked about the one thing i absolutely DETEST, it would, without a doubt, be the month end!!! "Good judgement comes from experience and experience comes from bad judgement" is what some wise-guy (pun intended) has said. Yea sure! I have learned from my poor judgements.... i now know exactly how much to borrow from my friend in the third week of the month, how to spend that so that i dont need to go back to her a second time....yea, 3 wrong judgements in a row has made me an experienced person...

Every month starts with meticulous attempt @ managing my of funds.....in and out of my a/c....everything looks hunky-dory in the beginning....but invariably, by the mid month, i find waaaay more debits than credits in my mini statements. Before i realize it, the balance has dwindled to a 2-digit figure from the handsome 5-digits @ the start of the month.

It sucks! Especialy when you are used to a heavy wallet in your pocket; when you have to think twice before buying your fav juice; when you have to do some serious introspection before ordering that extra roti or sabzi.....yea, in short, it sucks!!!

I have tried intro/retro/ watever-o-spection....to no avail....just cant put a finger on the problem. Something or the other just crops up and eats into my balance. First, an implusive trip to munnar; second, an irresistible shopping spree; third, a brand new scooty pep+; fourth, prey to habit....it just grows on you, this....

My friend (really? i gotta do some serious thinking now....) had this feeling of schadenfreude when i narrated this sorry state of mine to him.... (for the illiterates, follow this link to enlighten yourselves - http://www.google.com/search?q=define%3A+schadenfreude&hl=en). He even hopes (secretly) that we get to suffer further by having to pay for our staple diet...coffee/tea... I'll give you a piece of mind when I meet you in person! May god help you then!

I'm delirious from hunger now & this retard has not yet returned from his cricket practice....!!! I'm gonna kill him....or i might be dead by then....

Masterpiece from Seinfeld!

As a F.R.I.E.N.D.S. fanatic, i have never before given a H()()T to the others... but this one - Seinfeld, I have GOT TO get my hands on....just read through and you'll understand why...

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Both George and Seinfeld are in the laundry.

George(staring at the washing machine): "This just might be the MOST boring moment of my existence. You know, you must take the clothes out now, they'll overdry."

Seinfeld(surprised): "What do you mean the clothes will overdry? You can't overdry clothes. It's like wetting something. When something is wet, it's wet.You can't overwet something now. Can you?"

George looks exasperated.

Seinfeld: "Look, its something like death. If you die tomorrow and then I come and shoot you with a gun, you can't die anymore than you already have. You can't overdie and so you can't overdry"

George (incredulously, to the ladies listening to them in the laundry): Any Questions?

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Lovely!

True Love

DISCLAIMER:
The author is not attempting to give a definition to this indefinable word, but a mere narration of an incident or two in her life.

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Love is in the air. “What is new about that?” you may ask. Well, there is nothing wrong in stating a fact. All the more justified, this being the Valentine month. Malls sporting the multi-colored heart-shaped balloons; ice-cream parlors offering V-Day specials; to top it all, infy juice centre’s “Drink for 2, For your Valentine & You” offer do stir up some emotions. It suddenly seems like it’s a sin, not having your better half around :-(

I was also victimized by this “love-fever”, to say the least. No-no-no, you know me. So, don’t let your imagination wander too far J Bring it back. All I meant was that my mailbox was getting “trashed” with roses (of colors I never knew existed...) and in the midst of trashing these rosy mails, I came across one that read “FW: Vivekananda’s thoughts on true love”. Oh, I was torn between hitting the blinking ‘yes’ button (that’d spare me the torture of yet another forward on “love”) and finding out what this mahapurush had to say on this topic. Curiosity got the better of me. I started reading... It was then that I remembered an incident that happened in school.

It was in an English class (12th grade, I guess). We were about to start a new story. It was about this guy (Najab), who’s head over heels in love with a hoor (Fatima), living across the desert. One day he decides that he’s done with the waiting. He sets out to cross the ocean of sand, overcoming all obstacles, and seek his love.

Enough of intro, coming back to my story…before asking us to read it out (as was the norm), our English ma’am drew 3 stick figures on the board.

Fig 1: Both holding hands, standing together.
Fig 2: One leading the other.
Fig 3: One completely bent down while the other was standing.

She turned to us and said “Before we begin, I want you to tell me which one of these, according to you, depicts true love?” The obvious choice was the first figure, as it meant equality… & blah & blah. Despite seeing the majority decision, a few took a chance with the second one. She waited a while before letting us know that we were all wrong. The third fig is love??? Doesn’t make sense, does it? Didn’t to us…We asked for an explanation.

Before that, I had posed the same question to my near & dear ones. Here’s the result.
Fig 1: 9
Fig2: 4
Fig3: 1
“It’s a trick question” / “My image of true love not here” : 1/1
Didn’t bother to answer: oh! I’ve lost count!

Ok…Now, explanation time…

She said, love is not about equality…..neither is it about leading or following. Its all about unconditional submission. Hence, the third fig. “When in love, give yourself up completely. No bars what-so-ever!!! That is true love.” she said. Pretty deep, huh? Until then, I had never thought about love, let alone in such depth. But give it a thought and somewhere it just might be making sense. For me, it was a lesson well taught and well learnt.

Just wanted to share this with you…no particular reason…

1st Anniversay

Ok, i had drafted this on the 29th of Jan, the actual anniversary date....but due to unknown forces that held me back from posting this any earlier, here i am finishing this 10 days later........still, better late than never......

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Wow! Happy Anniversary to me!!!! An anniversary zara hatke :-) Today's exactly a year since I came down to India. I realized this only the day before yesterday when I received a message from the hutch guys warning me that the 1-yr subscription is about to expire. Tooo many things happened, too quick to digest :-)

The last 365 days have been one of the BEST days of my life. I remember being really anxious / not-so-sure of the decision to move out of Dubai. But, now looking back, I feel there could not have been a better one.

The written test on 5th feb, RDB that afternoon, the interview the next day, the offer letter a week later, the 4 months’ training (oh the experience!), 8 months’ production life, cornflakes & cold milk at 2a.m., early morning cabs, spats with colleagues, the celebration when phase 1 completed, the teary goodbyes when the same colleagues left the team/mys for good – infy’s been a great ride so far.

During my training days I used to think that life in Mysore outside the infy perimeter would be a big bore. Now I can say that I have had to eat my own words. I wouldn’t agree with the nickname “pensioner’s paradise”. It’s a paradise alright, but not only for the pensioners. It’s a city, whose pace will have you completely lost at first, but the same slow pace eventually grows on u. Slowly but surely, the creeper grows. Mysore’s the long breath that your lungs sooooo need! Be it eating churmuris at Bombay Tiffanys, shopping on the over-crowded D.U. Road, late night walks on the K.D.Road, the bike ride up the chamundi hills – u can feel the life in the city.

Well, you can feel the life in G2, Nehsara Apartments as well. It was love at first sight, that'll last a lifetime. A home away from home. I never thought I'd feel this comfy outside my own home. All thanks to my 3 amazing, whacko, super-cool roomies!!!

For all purposes, I am now just a RI (Returned Indian) with the N knocked off for good! :-) Nevertheless, even today, when asked about my hometown, the first answer that pops into my head is - "Oh! Dubai's a great place"...no, i have no regrets of having left the place, not desperate to go back either....but I have come to understand that there are some ties in life that just cannot be severed!