Here is wishing all my readers a Happy New Year! May all that you wished for and hoped for become yours.
And this new year sees me blogging at the start of a new day and the new year wishing you all. In other words, at home doing nothing...
Another year has passed by... I have grown fatter, have more grey hairs than the last year and perhaps just a tad wiser. And have seen another year go... Was this year that insignificant I ask?
And then comes the answer... I started work. Went from being a workoholic to realising that I do want a life. Hopefully the new year will see me doing things I enjoy and keeping business and pleasure different. :p
But beyond this achievement of employment, I see nothing else. Havent been to the moon yet. Hvnt published my book. Few things I wanted to do. Heheheeh. I am still serious abt the book though.
As a child I presumed I could conquer the world! I could find new scientific theories, publish new books, become the Prime Minister. All that was required was for me to intelligent and me to work hard. I have come to realise that I cant do one and may not be the other.
I emphathise with Emanuel Derman ( My Life as a Quant) when he says he wanted to be another Einstein at 16; another Feynman at 21 and a future Lee at 24. At 35 he merely envied the postdoc in the office next door because he had been invited to give a seminar in France.
Do we give up because people around us tell us things are not possible? Or do we just stop believing what our parents told us about hard work and determination?
I know...Not a very nice feeling to have on the new year. This too shall pass. Perhaps I will go and "achieve" something substantial. Or perhaps I will just get used to the idea of being a nobody. Think I will go to sleep now.
Monday, December 31, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
My MP3 Player!
I have bought an MP3 player. Finally....
Lots of people have been asking me to do so. My parents, my sister, my friends. Infact people cant understand how I can go without one.
You see people think I am this big music freak. And I think freak is just not the right word.. ME!!
Music has quite an effect on me. Each note, each high and low note will make me go that way. Soulfull music can stir in me thoughts and feelings of another world. Now dont ask me what that is supposed to mean...And peppy music can really pep me up.
All through out the night I did play music in the hostel. I had too. The silence within the four walls comforted me as good as it frightened me. It felt nice to be within my own room. It was somewhere where I could just be me and with me.And it was frightening 'cos I was supposed to feel lonely being alone and I wasnt. Was I some psychopath in the making? Was I gonna kill my clustermates in their beds? Was I turning crazy?
And music somehow was the solution.
I had always been music crazy before, I only got more crazier. I played music all day long and all night long.I did play Pyaar Tune Kya Kiyaa early into the morning. And the eerie music sounds great in the early hours of the morning than any other time. Maithrim Bhajatha and other classical songs became my cluster mates morning wake up call. Every now and then one of my clustermates did make a passing mention of how she got up at three in the morning, only to hear Mysterious Girl or Forever and For Always. And I did never react. Everyone is entitled to a couple of eccentrities and so am I! Okay.. More than just a couple....
And so... People never really understood why I gave up this idiosyncracy of mine when I joined work. Not entirely though....I did still borrow my colleague's headphones when it became too noisy around me. And at home I borrowed my uncle's mobile phone to listen to the radio.
And now this new MP3 player of mine with FM tuning.
I can now go gaga ga over music all day long to my heart's and ears' content!!
Lots of people have been asking me to do so. My parents, my sister, my friends. Infact people cant understand how I can go without one.
You see people think I am this big music freak. And I think freak is just not the right word.. ME!!
Music has quite an effect on me. Each note, each high and low note will make me go that way. Soulfull music can stir in me thoughts and feelings of another world. Now dont ask me what that is supposed to mean...And peppy music can really pep me up.
All through out the night I did play music in the hostel. I had too. The silence within the four walls comforted me as good as it frightened me. It felt nice to be within my own room. It was somewhere where I could just be me and with me.And it was frightening 'cos I was supposed to feel lonely being alone and I wasnt. Was I some psychopath in the making? Was I gonna kill my clustermates in their beds? Was I turning crazy?
And music somehow was the solution.
I had always been music crazy before, I only got more crazier. I played music all day long and all night long.I did play Pyaar Tune Kya Kiyaa early into the morning. And the eerie music sounds great in the early hours of the morning than any other time. Maithrim Bhajatha and other classical songs became my cluster mates morning wake up call. Every now and then one of my clustermates did make a passing mention of how she got up at three in the morning, only to hear Mysterious Girl or Forever and For Always. And I did never react. Everyone is entitled to a couple of eccentrities and so am I! Okay.. More than just a couple....
And so... People never really understood why I gave up this idiosyncracy of mine when I joined work. Not entirely though....I did still borrow my colleague's headphones when it became too noisy around me. And at home I borrowed my uncle's mobile phone to listen to the radio.
And now this new MP3 player of mine with FM tuning.
I can now go gaga ga over music all day long to my heart's and ears' content!!
Friday, November 23, 2007
Home is where the heart is!
Finally... Am gonna be home. Next Wednesday I'll be flying back to India and the feeling is great. Dont mistake me. Dubai is a great place. My first onsite opportunity in my first project at my first job. Lucky Me!
Living in a hotel apartment, hogging like crazy on your breakfast 'cos you dont know whether the lunch you 'll be buying from the Greens Choitram did be palatable, putting up with thousands of network and connectivity issues, walking into the IT support room the first thing in the morning with issues and sitting over the support people until they are solved, trying to work ;, getting food from Choitram and always regretting over the wrong decision :P, living on chocolate bought from the vending machine at office, trying to pull up a con job on the client (Imran : if you by chance find your way here, I am just trying to make this post humorous. Reveleus works, you know!) ...
Its been quite a month. But I am glad its over. Its only in a place like Dubai that you did miss home more. When you hear this more than just occasional words in Malayalam and Tamil, when you see someone wearing a sari, see someone eating a dosa, hear Hindi songs being played on the radio and malayalam channels, read news about India in the local newspaper... Everything reminds you of home. Of people back home who will wait for hours to get your call, just to listen to your voice. Of people who havent managed to loose faith in you and never will. Of people who have managed to keep their faith in you alive throughout those troublesome years and who have given you all that you have and all that you will ever need.
Thank you folks! For having been there for me.
And I hope I'll be able to make all of this worthwhile.
Living in a hotel apartment, hogging like crazy on your breakfast 'cos you dont know whether the lunch you 'll be buying from the Greens Choitram did be palatable, putting up with thousands of network and connectivity issues, walking into the IT support room the first thing in the morning with issues and sitting over the support people until they are solved, trying to work ;, getting food from Choitram and always regretting over the wrong decision :P, living on chocolate bought from the vending machine at office, trying to pull up a con job on the client (Imran : if you by chance find your way here, I am just trying to make this post humorous. Reveleus works, you know!) ...
Its been quite a month. But I am glad its over. Its only in a place like Dubai that you did miss home more. When you hear this more than just occasional words in Malayalam and Tamil, when you see someone wearing a sari, see someone eating a dosa, hear Hindi songs being played on the radio and malayalam channels, read news about India in the local newspaper... Everything reminds you of home. Of people back home who will wait for hours to get your call, just to listen to your voice. Of people who havent managed to loose faith in you and never will. Of people who have managed to keep their faith in you alive throughout those troublesome years and who have given you all that you have and all that you will ever need.
Thank you folks! For having been there for me.
And I hope I'll be able to make all of this worthwhile.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Doobaiyy
So how is Doobai? Very much like Chennai in Mya maasam. Except that it is supposedly the winter here. ;)
The city is great!! Indians (and more of Malyalis and software professionals at that ;) ), Pakisthanis, Arabs, Africans, Europeans... Did I miss out any continent? Cosmopolitan in the truest sense!
I love this city. I look at wonder at the clean roads and tall buildings..... and people. People who wait for you to cross the road, people who use words like thank you and sorry. People who dont jump lines. People who dont park their vehicle just anywhere. People who hold doors for others (not just for women mind you. I hold doors for people 'cos I dont want them hitting the door. And they just walk past me in a gruff manner like I were some durbhan or something).
No.w dont get my wrong. I am not just some Desi in phoren land who starts talking ill about her country. Its just that the very same people can be all this here and all that there.
For now its been work, work and work. And nothing seems to be working. ;)
But the going is not all that bad either. I had heard dreadful tales about onsite. Well things here are infact a tad better than in Bangalore. Just that out offshore team has been having a very bad time. Thank you lots guys! Infact we are the ones supporting you while you do all the work back there.
I have only been to the Mall of Emirates and what a place. Must be the biggest mall in the world. Will keep blogging.
The city is great!! Indians (and more of Malyalis and software professionals at that ;) ), Pakisthanis, Arabs, Africans, Europeans... Did I miss out any continent? Cosmopolitan in the truest sense!
I love this city. I look at wonder at the clean roads and tall buildings..... and people. People who wait for you to cross the road, people who use words like thank you and sorry. People who dont jump lines. People who dont park their vehicle just anywhere. People who hold doors for others (not just for women mind you. I hold doors for people 'cos I dont want them hitting the door. And they just walk past me in a gruff manner like I were some durbhan or something).
No.w dont get my wrong. I am not just some Desi in phoren land who starts talking ill about her country. Its just that the very same people can be all this here and all that there.
For now its been work, work and work. And nothing seems to be working. ;)
But the going is not all that bad either. I had heard dreadful tales about onsite. Well things here are infact a tad better than in Bangalore. Just that out offshore team has been having a very bad time. Thank you lots guys! Infact we are the ones supporting you while you do all the work back there.
I have only been to the Mall of Emirates and what a place. Must be the biggest mall in the world. Will keep blogging.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Wish Me luck!
Tuesday is all set to dawn in another two days and I am not so sure whether I want it to.
I feel the way I feel before an exam. I hate exams. I hate tests of any sort!
I dont want to be tested on what I know and what I dont know. The test aint gonna change what is for a fact and I dont want what I know to be tested and certified.
I dont want the exam. But if it is gonna happen anyways, let me get done with it sooner than later. But then, I am not prepared either! I dont know a thing! As if I am gonna know sometime later, another part reasons out.
Anyways, I am all set to travel to Dubai on a project. I am euphoric and scared, both at the same time. Wish me luck! And , wish the client luck. ;)
I feel the way I feel before an exam. I hate exams. I hate tests of any sort!
I dont want to be tested on what I know and what I dont know. The test aint gonna change what is for a fact and I dont want what I know to be tested and certified.
I dont want the exam. But if it is gonna happen anyways, let me get done with it sooner than later. But then, I am not prepared either! I dont know a thing! As if I am gonna know sometime later, another part reasons out.
Anyways, I am all set to travel to Dubai on a project. I am euphoric and scared, both at the same time. Wish me luck! And , wish the client luck. ;)
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Once Upon a time....
A long time ago, a li'l gal heard a song. And loved it so much that she couldnt stop herself from humming it. For that matter nobody ever could. Infact thios li'l gal grew up to be somebody who hummed to herself even during the boards, much to the chagrin of one ms.'s'omebody.
Then she found out that there was even this tape of this song at home. She managed to wear down the tape!
Then many many years later, she saw the movie and she liked it lots! It had no stars.. Only Shabana Azmi, Naseeruddin, Jugal Hansraj and Urmila Matondkar.
Then finally she read the book day before yesterday...
Well I finally read Man, Woman and Child and thts just the reason for verbal diarrhoea. Why use fewer words when you can use more seems to be my fundaa!!
Its close to eleven, everybody else from my project team has left, lots of work to do but no inclination and the " " night cab aint here!!!
Then she found out that there was even this tape of this song at home. She managed to wear down the tape!
Then many many years later, she saw the movie and she liked it lots! It had no stars.. Only Shabana Azmi, Naseeruddin, Jugal Hansraj and Urmila Matondkar.
Then finally she read the book day before yesterday...
Well I finally read Man, Woman and Child and thts just the reason for verbal diarrhoea. Why use fewer words when you can use more seems to be my fundaa!!
Its close to eleven, everybody else from my project team has left, lots of work to do but no inclination and the " " night cab aint here!!!
Sunday, September 16, 2007
This and That
Saw bits and piences of Courage Under Fire. What a movie! And Matt Damon is my latest crush! I might even see the Bourne movies just for him!! ;)
One of my colleagues says abt another "What a pathetic sense of dressing!!" I nod my head in unison. She wears supposed-to-be formal skirts and they look bad on her. Add a schoolish bag on her shoulders and a Kush Kush Hota Hai Kajol hear band and you have "the" recipe for a fashion disaster. My dear colleague continues, "She used to wear Kurthas and salwar kameez.. I used to think she was married with atleast two kids".
I near choke on my cornflakes...
Afterall I come from a place where skirts are Paavadais. Short skirts are worn by people who have no money to buy new ones after they have overgrown their old ones. Or they might be hand-me-downs from a niece! And wear trousers, you are a guy ( my very own experience!)!!
I need a makeover. I need to revamp my wardrobe.
I just realised I dont get on very well with Punjabis! There is just been one Punjabi, though . This is the guy I am replacing in the project. But then no wonder; he is not pushy, he is not aggressive, no bawdy jokes.
I'll soon be moving to Mumbai onsite. Yea, the project I am working on has the onsite implementation in Mumbai.
One of my colleagues says abt another "What a pathetic sense of dressing!!" I nod my head in unison. She wears supposed-to-be formal skirts and they look bad on her. Add a schoolish bag on her shoulders and a Kush Kush Hota Hai Kajol hear band and you have "the" recipe for a fashion disaster. My dear colleague continues, "She used to wear Kurthas and salwar kameez.. I used to think she was married with atleast two kids".
I near choke on my cornflakes...
Afterall I come from a place where skirts are Paavadais. Short skirts are worn by people who have no money to buy new ones after they have overgrown their old ones. Or they might be hand-me-downs from a niece! And wear trousers, you are a guy ( my very own experience!)!!
I need a makeover. I need to revamp my wardrobe.
I just realised I dont get on very well with Punjabis! There is just been one Punjabi, though . This is the guy I am replacing in the project. But then no wonder; he is not pushy, he is not aggressive, no bawdy jokes.
I'll soon be moving to Mumbai onsite. Yea, the project I am working on has the onsite implementation in Mumbai.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Why Cant.........
Its a Friday evening. Everybody around me is just so very euphoric. The weekend is about to dawn. And I am in tears.
Tomorrow is Vinayaka Chathurthi and is aholiday, notwithstanding the fact it is already a weekend. And I have to yet again cancel my plans to go home. 'Cos my dear PM has already made plans for my weekend!!
Thanks to him, I'll have to spend a Saturday at home, crying myself to sleep 'cos there's Puja at home and he cant work! And thanks to him I'll be working on a Sunday on a project that was supposed to go live this April. I am sure a weekend is in no way gonna matter! But then it does, to him atleast!!
I hate people who have supposedly seen the world, have more grey hairs than me and act in a stupidly childish manner!! My PM made my last week plans too. So I went and cancelled my tickets some two hours before departure, lost money in the process and took back my luggage home.And spent the next days at home, 'cos the server was down.
And this week, it is just the same!! He'll have his puja. I'll have my work!
And by the way, he has already left office for the day!!
Why did my parents have to do such a good job of bringing me up? Why cant I plain just tell him I cant work this way and it aint fair? Why cant I tell him its just not fair that he makes my weekend plans for me and doesnt even bother telling about them? Why cant he understand that while his family is very much in Bangalore, I live some 12 hours away from mine! Why cant he understand that I need two whole days off, during the weekend? And that I need two whole days to spend some measly thirty hours with them? Why cant the world be justly fair with me?
Tomorrow is Vinayaka Chathurthi and is aholiday, notwithstanding the fact it is already a weekend. And I have to yet again cancel my plans to go home. 'Cos my dear PM has already made plans for my weekend!!
Thanks to him, I'll have to spend a Saturday at home, crying myself to sleep 'cos there's Puja at home and he cant work! And thanks to him I'll be working on a Sunday on a project that was supposed to go live this April. I am sure a weekend is in no way gonna matter! But then it does, to him atleast!!
I hate people who have supposedly seen the world, have more grey hairs than me and act in a stupidly childish manner!! My PM made my last week plans too. So I went and cancelled my tickets some two hours before departure, lost money in the process and took back my luggage home.And spent the next days at home, 'cos the server was down.
And this week, it is just the same!! He'll have his puja. I'll have my work!
And by the way, he has already left office for the day!!
Why did my parents have to do such a good job of bringing me up? Why cant I plain just tell him I cant work this way and it aint fair? Why cant I tell him its just not fair that he makes my weekend plans for me and doesnt even bother telling about them? Why cant he understand that while his family is very much in Bangalore, I live some 12 hours away from mine! Why cant he understand that I need two whole days off, during the weekend? And that I need two whole days to spend some measly thirty hours with them? Why cant the world be justly fair with me?
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Why?
Why must I always be so very sarcastically rude and caustically acerbic? Why am I not nice to people who are nice? Why must Saturn reside on my tongue?
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Putting the record straight!!
One of my friends asked my yesterday as to why I hadnt been blogging in quite a while! Now while it is indeed a matter of honour for any author/blogger to hear these words from her readers; Sriram - I take offence at the "nothing to crib about, is it" statement!
few readers of mine seem to think this blog is my outlet for all my life's frustrations. Few others seem to think I blog to publicise my clumsiness. This is where I set the record straight. I am neither a frustrated Yem Bee Yae nor is this blog an e-account of how I make people laugh in real life.
It takes more than just plain guts to write about how you managed to make a fool of yourself! And not embelish the story to make you look smarter, even though it is very tempting to do so!
And with regard to all my "funny" antics, what can I say? As Bertram Wilberforce Wooster puts it, it is difficult to make people laugh when you are recounting a joke. But they always manage to find something funny at your expense, when you dont find it a list bit funny!!
few readers of mine seem to think this blog is my outlet for all my life's frustrations. Few others seem to think I blog to publicise my clumsiness. This is where I set the record straight. I am neither a frustrated Yem Bee Yae nor is this blog an e-account of how I make people laugh in real life.
It takes more than just plain guts to write about how you managed to make a fool of yourself! And not embelish the story to make you look smarter, even though it is very tempting to do so!
And with regard to all my "funny" antics, what can I say? As Bertram Wilberforce Wooster puts it, it is difficult to make people laugh when you are recounting a joke. But they always manage to find something funny at your expense, when you dont find it a list bit funny!!
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Wannabe Writer!
I want to be a writer. If not anything else this blog has made a couple of laughs possible!
Call it the P.G.Wodehouse' effect on me (I read lots of them these days. And while I am laughing to my hearts content, all by myself and P.G.Wodehouse; folks around me try to call up NIMH!)
I reason I am better off than P.G. in one very important aspect. After all he had to create this fictional Bertie, while I can write about myself!
Call it the P.G.Wodehouse' effect on me (I read lots of them these days. And while I am laughing to my hearts content, all by myself and P.G.Wodehouse; folks around me try to call up NIMH!)
I reason I am better off than P.G. in one very important aspect. After all he had to create this fictional Bertie, while I can write about myself!
Dear Career Counsellor
Dear Career Counsellor,
I am an MBA with an electrical engineering degree, working in a software firm. My designation reads Associate consultant and I was hired to give "functional inputs".
My work revolves around excel sheets. I am very happy to inform you that within two and a half months of employment I have received extensive practice on the following keyboard shortcuts : Control+C, Control+V,Control+F. I also now know how to use the function VLOOKUP. Being the fast learner I am, I can assure you Madam that I ll learn more very soon.
I like the organisation I work for too. I can have all the ginger,cardomom, masala and lemon tea I want for free. I can have coffee too, if I want. But I dont like it. Sometimes I take milk. There is even a microwave in the pantry. So I am very happy with my organisation.
However my "natural" skills lie elsewhere. You see I can crib pretty well. I can crib all day long and all night long. I am good at cutting pasting too, but I am the best when it comes to cribbing. That I can say with confidence. I can crib even about not having anything to crib about. So much that my best friend jokes about me being a professional cribber. I know livelihood is no joke. But this gave me an inspiration.
There are so many many depressed people out there who think nothing can ever ever happen right with them and who are always so very down in the dumps. I got this brain wave of offering my cribbing services to them. I am sure I can make them feel that there is atleast one person who is worse off than them. This "I am better off than her" positive thought will motivate them to do better. This way I can earn my livelihood and also give something back to the society.
Please advice me on this.
Yours Truly,
Alltime Cribber
I am an MBA with an electrical engineering degree, working in a software firm. My designation reads Associate consultant and I was hired to give "functional inputs".
My work revolves around excel sheets. I am very happy to inform you that within two and a half months of employment I have received extensive practice on the following keyboard shortcuts : Control+C, Control+V,Control+F. I also now know how to use the function VLOOKUP. Being the fast learner I am, I can assure you Madam that I ll learn more very soon.
I like the organisation I work for too. I can have all the ginger,cardomom, masala and lemon tea I want for free. I can have coffee too, if I want. But I dont like it. Sometimes I take milk. There is even a microwave in the pantry. So I am very happy with my organisation.
However my "natural" skills lie elsewhere. You see I can crib pretty well. I can crib all day long and all night long. I am good at cutting pasting too, but I am the best when it comes to cribbing. That I can say with confidence. I can crib even about not having anything to crib about. So much that my best friend jokes about me being a professional cribber. I know livelihood is no joke. But this gave me an inspiration.
There are so many many depressed people out there who think nothing can ever ever happen right with them and who are always so very down in the dumps. I got this brain wave of offering my cribbing services to them. I am sure I can make them feel that there is atleast one person who is worse off than them. This "I am better off than her" positive thought will motivate them to do better. This way I can earn my livelihood and also give something back to the society.
Please advice me on this.
Yours Truly,
Alltime Cribber
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Monday Morning Blues!!
Monday Morning Blues. The title says it all!!
Its been some two hours since I reached office and I havent managed to get any work done!!
All that I have done is social loafing; jump from one work station to another, make small talk on wht people did in the weekend, wht they bought, where they went window shopping, whats fashionable and whts not! And I am getting good at stuff like this! And dont know how this realisation makes me feel about myself!Okay, atleast something about me is consistent, this vague all muddled up kinda feeling sometimes (read all times) that I have about myself.
I cant work!I cant look into excel sheets and pretend to myself I am loving it! I cant think of the not so handsome pay check I take back home every month and tell myself "Think you are studying Chemistry righyt now. You will soon be rewarded for your patience with library sessions ( weekends; where in I can borrow books from the library close home and read to my heart's content)!". I realise nothings mcuh really changed about me. Its back to the engineering days- When I used to run to the bus stop 'cos I was getting late. Chase my bus in an auto. Pray for rain or the chairman to have a mild heart attack so that we could have a holiday. Get into the bus and either chat with Vasu, sleep or read something. Get to college and keep waiting for tea and lunch breaks with lots of day dreaming and prayers in between. I am pretty much the same! So much for the MBA. But no use blaming my degree.
I guess there is a part of me (and a very big part at that) that just doesnt want to grow up! And I am happy its that way!
Its been some two hours since I reached office and I havent managed to get any work done!!
All that I have done is social loafing; jump from one work station to another, make small talk on wht people did in the weekend, wht they bought, where they went window shopping, whats fashionable and whts not! And I am getting good at stuff like this! And dont know how this realisation makes me feel about myself!Okay, atleast something about me is consistent, this vague all muddled up kinda feeling sometimes (read all times) that I have about myself.
I cant work!I cant look into excel sheets and pretend to myself I am loving it! I cant think of the not so handsome pay check I take back home every month and tell myself "Think you are studying Chemistry righyt now. You will soon be rewarded for your patience with library sessions ( weekends; where in I can borrow books from the library close home and read to my heart's content)!". I realise nothings mcuh really changed about me. Its back to the engineering days- When I used to run to the bus stop 'cos I was getting late. Chase my bus in an auto. Pray for rain or the chairman to have a mild heart attack so that we could have a holiday. Get into the bus and either chat with Vasu, sleep or read something. Get to college and keep waiting for tea and lunch breaks with lots of day dreaming and prayers in between. I am pretty much the same! So much for the MBA. But no use blaming my degree.
I guess there is a part of me (and a very big part at that) that just doesnt want to grow up! And I am happy its that way!
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Be Safe, Dont Exist!
Don’t go out alone at night — That encourages men
Don’t go out alone at any time — Any situation encourages some men
Don’t stay at home — Intruders and relatives can both rape
Don’t go without clothes — That encourages men
Don’t go with clothes — Any clothes encourage some men
Avoid childhood — Some rapists are turned on by little girls
Avoid old age — Some rapists prefer aged women
Don’t have a father, grandfather, uncle or brother — These are the relatives that often rape young women
Don’t have neighbours — They often rape
Don’t marry — Rape is legal within marriage
To be quite sure — DON’T EXIST!
(Rules for girls, poster by K.P.Sasi)
Don’t go out alone at any time — Any situation encourages some men
Don’t stay at home — Intruders and relatives can both rape
Don’t go without clothes — That encourages men
Don’t go with clothes — Any clothes encourage some men
Avoid childhood — Some rapists are turned on by little girls
Avoid old age — Some rapists prefer aged women
Don’t have a father, grandfather, uncle or brother — These are the relatives that often rape young women
Don’t have neighbours — They often rape
Don’t marry — Rape is legal within marriage
To be quite sure — DON’T EXIST!
(Rules for girls, poster by K.P.Sasi)
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Why always Me?
Its two thirty. Post lunch I can hardly keep my eyes open. There is a whole lot of activity going on around me - a project is going live soon and deadlines have to be met. I have no such worries. I close my eyes and shake my hips to Shakira's Whenever Wherever; imaginarily ofcourse. Life can be so very good to you at times.
And that is when I see my project manager walking towards me. I immediately minimise the media player, take of my headphones and place them on the table. He is here to introduce me to two other "gentlemen" (his very words) of our team. And that is when I realise the song is still playing and is audible!
Oh Oh! I yank off the headphones from the system even while giving the three gentlemen what I think is a "polite" smile. And horror of horrors the whole floor can now hear Shakira.
Now why does this always have to happen with ME!! While I wouldnt trade my life for all the gold and books in the world, why cant somebody else get lucky for a change? Why always ME??
On second thoughts I ought to rename this blog as Goofball Princess' diaries.
And that is when I see my project manager walking towards me. I immediately minimise the media player, take of my headphones and place them on the table. He is here to introduce me to two other "gentlemen" (his very words) of our team. And that is when I realise the song is still playing and is audible!
Oh Oh! I yank off the headphones from the system even while giving the three gentlemen what I think is a "polite" smile. And horror of horrors the whole floor can now hear Shakira.
Now why does this always have to happen with ME!! While I wouldnt trade my life for all the gold and books in the world, why cant somebody else get lucky for a change? Why always ME??
On second thoughts I ought to rename this blog as Goofball Princess' diaries.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
My 25th Post!
I cant access blogspot anymore! Sigh!
All social networking and personal websites are blocked. Funny! If these blokes think this will make me more productive, they are wrong! All that this means is, I am gonna spend more time more time on the internet bay on the ground floor than at my desk on the first floor.
By the way this happens to be my 25th post!
All social networking and personal websites are blocked. Funny! If these blokes think this will make me more productive, they are wrong! All that this means is, I am gonna spend more time more time on the internet bay on the ground floor than at my desk on the first floor.
By the way this happens to be my 25th post!
Monday, July 16, 2007
Desperate for Work!
I finished my training last wednesday and have ben jobless since then. To drive away boredom I attended a training program to which I was not even nominated (!), checked mails umpteen number of times, blogged a bit and read blogs. Now I am desperate! I am so insecure! What if Iflex decides to downsize? I would be the first one to be sent out!
And whats worse is the fact that I "work" at the the Whitefield office. I use the office transportation - I have to necessarily be in the office from nine to six! Tough Luck!!
And whats worse is the fact that I "work" at the the Whitefield office. I use the office transportation - I have to necessarily be in the office from nine to six! Tough Luck!!
Sunday, July 15, 2007
A Case of Feigned Travel Sickness, Mistaken Identity, Spoilsport Rain and Chennai autowaalaas
This weekend I made my almost weekly pilgrimage to Chennai. I started late from office : there was this Open house going on and I missed out on the nice stuff where the new jonees were introduced; it started raining the minute I stepped out of office and had to take an auto; reach home,exercise my thumb over the remote while scanning the days' newspaper only to realise that it is seven thirty and I am late - my bus is at nine fifteen! I hurriedly stuff my clothes and get out. I am late and cant make it to Majestic by bus. So get into an auto. The auto ride is relatively uneventful though I cant stop cursing myself for not having kept track of time.
I reach KSRTC bus terminus, ask people directions to platform 24 only to realise I am standing right there. And my bus is late. My bus finally comes at ten and is empty : nobody boarded it at Mysore!! I get into the bus and park myself on the window seat of the last row (my actual seat is the one next to it). Next comes a girl who requests me to move so that she can sit by the window. As if I am gonna do that!
Anyways we start talking and I get to know the windows seat aint her's. Now this is my first bus journey where in I am not asleep as soon as I get into the bus. Usually I am asleep even before the bus moves out of the bus terminus. And this time I realise the bus comes to Forum! Now Forum is a fifteen minute walk away from my house and it talks the minimum fare on an auto! But yours truly never knew about the bus stopping at Forum even though she had made this trip five times over the last 7 weeks! The guy who has the window seat gets in here and he puts forward his claim over the window seat. I tell him I have travel sickness (!!) and have to have the window seat!! And give him the "You can have your window seat, at your own risk" look. Poor guy, he cant say anything now and moves away.
The next day morning it is the Koyembedu bus stand in Chennai. I get of the bus, dodge all the auto wallahs and walk to the city bus stand inside the terminus. I dont have to wait for long and I get into the bus. I even compete with an old woman for a aisle seat (I have luggage!). And she says "Ladies' Seat. Vera engayaavdu poyi ukkaaru".
Excuse Me!!!
For those who havent seen me, believe me there s no way I can be mistaken for a guy!! And those who have, can vouch for that! That woman was either blind or was sleep walking. The lady sitting next to me smiles. The old woman moves closer, has a look and decides she was wrong. And she says " Chokka potrindiyono...." ???
I get down at SIET college and manage to stop an auto. I tell him "Surya Sweets ponum". He asks T.Nagar? I say R.A.Puram. He demands 40 bucks. The actual fare would be within the mimimum twelve ruppees. No way I am gonna shell out so much. Fifteen bucks I tell him. He laughs. Then tells me "Sangeetha varaikum ponum". Then I tell him its near Adyar Gate hotel. He says "R.A.Puram sonneenga. Ippo Adyarndu solringa." The Park Sheraton is known to auto waalaas as Adyar Gate Hotel and they refuse to recognise it by any other name. And here is one guy asking me if I had to go to Adyar. My luck! Then I tell him its near the Raintree hotel. He asks for twenty five, I say twenty and the deal is struck.And he takes me home, all the while preaching me on how I ought to use right landmarks and names and not confuse autowaalaas!
I come home, there is a new watchman who wants to make sure I am no thief. Which thief would come with a bag full of stuff? I ring the doorbell and my mom half asleep half awake grudgingly opens the door and goes back to sleep.
I look at my sister who is sleeping. There is thi contentment on her face which I decide wont be there for long. And operation "Wake up Mads aka Kumbakarni" starts. I tickle her, prod her. And after numerous pleas to Mummy, Madhu decides she ought to do something and pinches me. It is just so painful but I dont mind : Mission successful, Madhu awake. Now I can focus on mommy dearest. All that I need to do is to start talking!
After a heavy breakfast we move to Pondy Bazaar and into RMKV where a customer thinks I am the sales girl. Today is just not my day, I decide. We do lots of shopping, hog at Archana's and walk till Roshan's to look at suitcases for my darling sister. We finally decide on one hard case and one soft case, find out hard case suitcases cant be locked; make few frantic calls to parents who have sent their wards to US recently and decide on a semi hard case and soft case and buy the ASA locks. By the time we step out of the shop, its raining. We stop an auto, try to bargain, move ahead and stop another auto and so on. And each time we find that the amount demanded by the auto wala rises as we get closer to our destination. Only our Chennai autowaalaas can have such a distorted sense of logic!
But what a trip it was! I went to Adyar Grand Snacks and was served Thengai saadam on Donnai and it was lovely. Bought loads of stuff for me, dear sis and amma appa from AGS. Then "eatable" ( as Subbu puts it) food. Lotsa family gossip. Heaven!
I reach KSRTC bus terminus, ask people directions to platform 24 only to realise I am standing right there. And my bus is late. My bus finally comes at ten and is empty : nobody boarded it at Mysore!! I get into the bus and park myself on the window seat of the last row (my actual seat is the one next to it). Next comes a girl who requests me to move so that she can sit by the window. As if I am gonna do that!
Anyways we start talking and I get to know the windows seat aint her's. Now this is my first bus journey where in I am not asleep as soon as I get into the bus. Usually I am asleep even before the bus moves out of the bus terminus. And this time I realise the bus comes to Forum! Now Forum is a fifteen minute walk away from my house and it talks the minimum fare on an auto! But yours truly never knew about the bus stopping at Forum even though she had made this trip five times over the last 7 weeks! The guy who has the window seat gets in here and he puts forward his claim over the window seat. I tell him I have travel sickness (!!) and have to have the window seat!! And give him the "You can have your window seat, at your own risk" look. Poor guy, he cant say anything now and moves away.
The next day morning it is the Koyembedu bus stand in Chennai. I get of the bus, dodge all the auto wallahs and walk to the city bus stand inside the terminus. I dont have to wait for long and I get into the bus. I even compete with an old woman for a aisle seat (I have luggage!). And she says "Ladies' Seat. Vera engayaavdu poyi ukkaaru".
Excuse Me!!!
For those who havent seen me, believe me there s no way I can be mistaken for a guy!! And those who have, can vouch for that! That woman was either blind or was sleep walking. The lady sitting next to me smiles. The old woman moves closer, has a look and decides she was wrong. And she says " Chokka potrindiyono...." ???
I get down at SIET college and manage to stop an auto. I tell him "Surya Sweets ponum". He asks T.Nagar? I say R.A.Puram. He demands 40 bucks. The actual fare would be within the mimimum twelve ruppees. No way I am gonna shell out so much. Fifteen bucks I tell him. He laughs. Then tells me "Sangeetha varaikum ponum". Then I tell him its near Adyar Gate hotel. He says "R.A.Puram sonneenga. Ippo Adyarndu solringa." The Park Sheraton is known to auto waalaas as Adyar Gate Hotel and they refuse to recognise it by any other name. And here is one guy asking me if I had to go to Adyar. My luck! Then I tell him its near the Raintree hotel. He asks for twenty five, I say twenty and the deal is struck.And he takes me home, all the while preaching me on how I ought to use right landmarks and names and not confuse autowaalaas!
I come home, there is a new watchman who wants to make sure I am no thief. Which thief would come with a bag full of stuff? I ring the doorbell and my mom half asleep half awake grudgingly opens the door and goes back to sleep.
I look at my sister who is sleeping. There is thi contentment on her face which I decide wont be there for long. And operation "Wake up Mads aka Kumbakarni" starts. I tickle her, prod her. And after numerous pleas to Mummy, Madhu decides she ought to do something and pinches me. It is just so painful but I dont mind : Mission successful, Madhu awake. Now I can focus on mommy dearest. All that I need to do is to start talking!
After a heavy breakfast we move to Pondy Bazaar and into RMKV where a customer thinks I am the sales girl. Today is just not my day, I decide. We do lots of shopping, hog at Archana's and walk till Roshan's to look at suitcases for my darling sister. We finally decide on one hard case and one soft case, find out hard case suitcases cant be locked; make few frantic calls to parents who have sent their wards to US recently and decide on a semi hard case and soft case and buy the ASA locks. By the time we step out of the shop, its raining. We stop an auto, try to bargain, move ahead and stop another auto and so on. And each time we find that the amount demanded by the auto wala rises as we get closer to our destination. Only our Chennai autowaalaas can have such a distorted sense of logic!
But what a trip it was! I went to Adyar Grand Snacks and was served Thengai saadam on Donnai and it was lovely. Bought loads of stuff for me, dear sis and amma appa from AGS. Then "eatable" ( as Subbu puts it) food. Lotsa family gossip. Heaven!
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Friday, June 29, 2007
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Its Official.....
Finally the day has dawned.. The day I have been so very afraid of! Its official guys. I am bankrupt!
All that I have is seventy bucks. And I owe a colleague fifty bucks. And I would be left with twenty bucks! And am leaving for Hyderabad tonight. Thankfully the tickts are booked!! Bangalore to Hyderabad, with twenty bucks....
But still guys it might not be that bad. What if the naxalites tartget the bus I am travelling. I would have the last laugh! They might even take pity on me and share the booty with me!!
What a day it was.. I walk down to the bus stop , catch a van, travel for a few minutes; only to realise I dont have my wallet and my mobile when the ticket issuing chappie comes. I tell him I dont hv my mobile, need to get down - walk all way back home, get my stuff, trek back to the bus stop (which is ten minute walk from my house - couldnt afford an auto you see ;) and catch a BMTC bus... And am late to office.
And I walk into the training room half an hour late and all eyes are on ME!
And during the break I want to impress one of my seniors (thankfully he aint my supervisor) with my Kannada and tell him "Yenn Magaa". And he just gives me creepy look that seems to say "Are you nuts or what".
Well supposedly Yenn Magaa aint the language good girls speak in. Its Tapori Language!!!
Bhargav, Pavan , RK , Sunil... Wait till I meet you next!!!
All that I have is seventy bucks. And I owe a colleague fifty bucks. And I would be left with twenty bucks! And am leaving for Hyderabad tonight. Thankfully the tickts are booked!! Bangalore to Hyderabad, with twenty bucks....
But still guys it might not be that bad. What if the naxalites tartget the bus I am travelling. I would have the last laugh! They might even take pity on me and share the booty with me!!
What a day it was.. I walk down to the bus stop , catch a van, travel for a few minutes; only to realise I dont have my wallet and my mobile when the ticket issuing chappie comes. I tell him I dont hv my mobile, need to get down - walk all way back home, get my stuff, trek back to the bus stop (which is ten minute walk from my house - couldnt afford an auto you see ;) and catch a BMTC bus... And am late to office.
And I walk into the training room half an hour late and all eyes are on ME!
And during the break I want to impress one of my seniors (thankfully he aint my supervisor) with my Kannada and tell him "Yenn Magaa". And he just gives me creepy look that seems to say "Are you nuts or what".
Well supposedly Yenn Magaa aint the language good girls speak in. Its Tapori Language!!!
Bhargav, Pavan , RK , Sunil... Wait till I meet you next!!!
Sunday, June 24, 2007
No system Yet!
Havent yet got my work station!!And the training room is kinda cold(!). And the work seems to be more technical for the functional guys and more functional for the techie guys. I am supposedly in the implementation team. Well I have no clue as to how my product works and am prety sure theres not much thts going to get clear in the near future either. I like to joke abt me doing things the classic way, while the truth is tht I cant do it any other way. The only use I have for my computer is to play music, read online books, check mail... get the drift?
And I still reemmber Che's remark some ten years back on one of my classmates getting a system. If you are gonna use your system only to use excel sheets, MS word and so on; why dont you get urself a type writer and a calculator??
Going by those standards, I dont deserve to have a system!
Update:
I have finally been assigned a system. Now wait a minute before you guys start feeling happy for me! After spending close to two hours trying to get someone from the helpdesk configure my new system, I realise I ought to move out from here too! Now howz that?
And I still reemmber Che's remark some ten years back on one of my classmates getting a system. If you are gonna use your system only to use excel sheets, MS word and so on; why dont you get urself a type writer and a calculator??
Going by those standards, I dont deserve to have a system!
Update:
I have finally been assigned a system. Now wait a minute before you guys start feeling happy for me! After spending close to two hours trying to get someone from the helpdesk configure my new system, I realise I ought to move out from here too! Now howz that?
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Lost my Workstation!!
Almost one month into work and I have already lost my work station!! All this long I was sitting with the HR and Admin guys but then atleast I had a work station!! And today when I come back from my training one of the Admin females (and just why do most of the HR, Admin and group secretaries need to be females??) is already working from my work station. And while I very politely ask her if she would take long even while I am fuming with anger; after all it is my work station, I had just locked the system and there were quite a few applications running: She tells me that I am supposed to meet my group secretary. "Oh! So she is finally back is it??" is wht I want to blurt out. She has been on a very long vacation after her wedding that I used to joke about her extending it to a maternity leave. And this lady very coolly tells me that I was alloted this work station only 'cos there was no other place and anyways I am in training and I wouldnt need the system. Excuse me!! Where do I park myself when we arent in training??? And she tells me she ll try to place me elsewhere but then anyways we will be moving out to another office in another fifteen days.(btw we are moving to a new location opposite to the Sai Baba temple, Whitefield). So....
Now I am supposed to wait for another fifteen days or what??
And when I get back to my work station, that lady happily informs me "After all I only gave you this desk naa?". Lady, so you can reclaim back my desk as yours is it???
Now I am supposed to wait for another fifteen days or what??
And when I get back to my work station, that lady happily informs me "After all I only gave you this desk naa?". Lady, so you can reclaim back my desk as yours is it???
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
First Job!
I am back! After a long period of silence I am finally into blogging! After an anxious and a seemingly never ending wait, I have started work at Iflex- my very first job! Though I must add I am still jobless, waiting for the product training from 18th June. Employed and Jobless!!
We do group training sessions though and I have come to realise the importance of using fewer words! You can make few nervous first time employed buncha freshers sit through your verbose monologue, but would your clients sit through sessions tht drag for hours altogether?
Anyways all tht I seem to do during training is to count the number of days remaining for the Friday to dawn( when I can catch the bus/train to Chennai) and for my first salary to be credited to my account!! And ofcourse dream abt all the things tht I did do!! Another 17 days to wait before I can afford to shop!
We do group training sessions though and I have come to realise the importance of using fewer words! You can make few nervous first time employed buncha freshers sit through your verbose monologue, but would your clients sit through sessions tht drag for hours altogether?
Anyways all tht I seem to do during training is to count the number of days remaining for the Friday to dawn( when I can catch the bus/train to Chennai) and for my first salary to be credited to my account!! And ofcourse dream abt all the things tht I did do!! Another 17 days to wait before I can afford to shop!
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
This one's to my friends!
Now that I'll be out of SDM-IMD in another two days; 48 hours from now I did be frantically trying to remember all the things that I did be needing and put them into my bag, in time to catch my 3:45 bus to Hyderabad. And all that I'll have is one month to get used to the idea of being an SDM alumni till the convocation on March 23rd. And I ll have to get used to SDM being my past.
This is to Aparna for the words and thoughts you have given me. This is to Meenakshi for being my best critic and all that straight talk. This is for Deepan for always having been there for me.
This is for Sirisha..... for all the goofing we have done, for being my pillar of strength, for making me laugh when all I wanted to do was to cry,for making me cry when all that I wanted to do was to laugh, for crying when all that I was trying to do was to make you laugh, for trying to laugh at all my dumb supposedly jokes, for having put up with all my bitching, for keeping a straight face through all my PJ's and APJ's, for having been so very understanding of all my weirdness, for having been such a bitch(!!), for being my Valentine even when you were no longer officially single, for having rejoiced at my successes and making me look beyond my failures, for being so very honest with me......
All that I can think of is this song guys .... " I would have given the world to you, but words are all that I have".
This is to Aparna for the words and thoughts you have given me. This is to Meenakshi for being my best critic and all that straight talk. This is for Deepan for always having been there for me.
This is for Sirisha..... for all the goofing we have done, for being my pillar of strength, for making me laugh when all I wanted to do was to cry,for making me cry when all that I wanted to do was to laugh, for crying when all that I was trying to do was to make you laugh, for trying to laugh at all my dumb supposedly jokes, for having put up with all my bitching, for keeping a straight face through all my PJ's and APJ's, for having been so very understanding of all my weirdness, for having been such a bitch(!!), for being my Valentine even when you were no longer officially single, for having rejoiced at my successes and making me look beyond my failures, for being so very honest with me......
All that I can think of is this song guys .... " I would have given the world to you, but words are all that I have".
Monday, February 19, 2007
Thank you SDM-IMD!!
As of twelve noon today I am done with my presentations and classes! Excepting for the term end exams and two minor submissions, I am done with my MBA. Its quite a mixed feeling though- I am happy and I am not quite so happy. These two years at SDM-IMD have not only given me the much required functional managerial skills and honed my soft skills - SDM has also been the place where I have made wonderful friends for life and learnt so much about myself. SDM in many ways has made the person that I am today and I shall always be grateful to SDM for everything. The feeling after each presentation that I have goofed up and the ones that I have been appreciated for has lasted only till the next one. It might be read quite philosophical but that is the way it has been. I have learnt never to let my failures deter me in my future endeavours and never to let my successes get into my head. And with so many many presentations at SDM; I guess I have learnt to come to terms with few not so great presentations, but to never be okay with it.
I shall always remember the class rooms with so much of brain storming happening and new ideas coming up, people dozing off and literally in that after hectic schedules and deadlines; the lab, discussion rooms and yoga hall wherein we worked for most of our group assignments; the canteen which we would all curse and rant about, but still visit for a cuppa chai after every class; the library which we visited only to receive our course materials and during the examinations; the nestle booth which was our usual hangout adda along with the steps leading to the mess, yoga hall and canteen and the area outside the girls hostel; the mess which again was the focus of all our complaints and also rare appreciation.
It was in SDM that I had my own room, which was mine and mine alone. I could either live in a dump or live in clean quarters; but the decision was all mine. I could listen to music all day, eat only ice cream for dinner, dance in the rain, stay awake till three in the morning, decide to walk around the hostel at one a.m.; the small pleasures of life were all mine! Dear mom and dad, you have been the best parents ever ever : But sometimes its so much fun to be on your own! And with all this independence also comes a responsibility- of being responsible for your actions. You can stay awake till the wee hours of the morning, but you need to wake up in time for the early morning seven thirty session in Derivatives. You can eat all the ice cream you want, but you cant afford to get sick!
Life at SDM has taught me all this and so many other things that just cant be put in words. It has given me great friends with whom I have laughed, cried and lived life. Yes, I am indeed looking forward to moving ahead, start work, make new friends and embark on another life enriching experience- one after another........ But then there Is a silent wish, hope that life at SDM never comes to an end.... Wishful thinking, I know......
Thank you SDM-IMD!!
I shall always remember the class rooms with so much of brain storming happening and new ideas coming up, people dozing off and literally in that after hectic schedules and deadlines; the lab, discussion rooms and yoga hall wherein we worked for most of our group assignments; the canteen which we would all curse and rant about, but still visit for a cuppa chai after every class; the library which we visited only to receive our course materials and during the examinations; the nestle booth which was our usual hangout adda along with the steps leading to the mess, yoga hall and canteen and the area outside the girls hostel; the mess which again was the focus of all our complaints and also rare appreciation.
It was in SDM that I had my own room, which was mine and mine alone. I could either live in a dump or live in clean quarters; but the decision was all mine. I could listen to music all day, eat only ice cream for dinner, dance in the rain, stay awake till three in the morning, decide to walk around the hostel at one a.m.; the small pleasures of life were all mine! Dear mom and dad, you have been the best parents ever ever : But sometimes its so much fun to be on your own! And with all this independence also comes a responsibility- of being responsible for your actions. You can stay awake till the wee hours of the morning, but you need to wake up in time for the early morning seven thirty session in Derivatives. You can eat all the ice cream you want, but you cant afford to get sick!
Life at SDM has taught me all this and so many other things that just cant be put in words. It has given me great friends with whom I have laughed, cried and lived life. Yes, I am indeed looking forward to moving ahead, start work, make new friends and embark on another life enriching experience- one after another........ But then there Is a silent wish, hope that life at SDM never comes to an end.... Wishful thinking, I know......
Thank you SDM-IMD!!
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Leave Letter!!
One of my B school mates is getting engaged this Sunday and she has to apply for leave 'cos we have classes even on a Sunday! And we were having a few laughs on what to do. 'Cos our college people are as excited as her parents I guess. Our director kept howering around my friend and her would be inlaws when they came to the campus,officially for some function. He seemed to think that he had to do the Khatthirdaari, after all he is on the girl's side! And then so are our profs!!
And that is when this letter came out! I thought it was pretty juvenille but by then I had already decided to post it here!!
To,
Respected Chairperson,
PGDBA.
From,
To Be Engaged Fixed Girl.
Dear Sir,
Even as I am writting this letter, me dear is getting angry that I am calling you dear. And am sure your wifey ll also get angry on reading this letter.So to make sure that you dont get jhaado beatings from your wife, this is a self destructing letter. It will destroy itself after u hv read it!!!
As you ought to know by now, "Marriage is not a word. Its a sentence.You have already been sentenced for life, and now its d turn of my dear!! The sentence ll be declared publicly on 4th of Feb. Hence I request you to grant me a day's leave, so that I can be present while he is being sentenced. After all I am his present on his sentence.
My dear's truly,
TBEFG.
Disclaimer : The above letter is solely meant for laughs! If it does induce somebody to be the Runaway Bridegroom, the author will not be held responsible. And the author wants to point out that there are few things in life which you will regret having done or not having done 'em and Holy Matrimony is one of them. And better to regret doing somethingie than not at all!
And that is when this letter came out! I thought it was pretty juvenille but by then I had already decided to post it here!!
To,
Respected Chairperson,
PGDBA.
From,
To Be Engaged Fixed Girl.
Dear Sir,
Even as I am writting this letter, me dear is getting angry that I am calling you dear. And am sure your wifey ll also get angry on reading this letter.So to make sure that you dont get jhaado beatings from your wife, this is a self destructing letter. It will destroy itself after u hv read it!!!
As you ought to know by now, "Marriage is not a word. Its a sentence.You have already been sentenced for life, and now its d turn of my dear!! The sentence ll be declared publicly on 4th of Feb. Hence I request you to grant me a day's leave, so that I can be present while he is being sentenced. After all I am his present on his sentence.
My dear's truly,
TBEFG.
Disclaimer : The above letter is solely meant for laughs! If it does induce somebody to be the Runaway Bridegroom, the author will not be held responsible. And the author wants to point out that there are few things in life which you will regret having done or not having done 'em and Holy Matrimony is one of them. And better to regret doing somethingie than not at all!
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