tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74658152024-03-13T15:34:23.698+05:30The bwas and whees of LifeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger399125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465815.post-53514377516439977962010-10-27T15:47:00.001+05:302010-10-27T15:47:40.756+05:30HmmIf I moved, would you follow? Seriously? Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465815.post-3555864984474651672010-07-29T16:49:00.001+05:302010-07-29T16:49:40.915+05:30yupdate<div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"></font></font></span> </div> <div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3">(This post has not been proofread and was typed in outlook, so you know what to do!)</font></font></span></div> <div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"></font></font></span> </div> <div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3">I'm supposed to be studying regulations in the derivatives market right now. But I'm not, as is quite obvious. I am chatting with the hoozband on office IM and just closed a former classmate's blog webpage. I miss blogging – or I miss journaling – my blog was more of a journal when I had started. BTW, all my blog contemporaries are celebrating six years of blogging. Well mine is long gone too, sometime in April, an old post buried in limbo… ;) </font></font></span></div> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font size="3" face="Calibri"> </font></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3">Feeling happy for some reason – I think the hoozband just made me laugh by making a joke about me hugging Anshumati. Anshumati (not her real name but what I thought mistakenly was her real name) is a lady I and hoozband's former flatmate and good friend, SN, commute with. What else? I'm going to make this journalistic so don't expect too much!</font></font></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font size="3" face="Calibri"> </font></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3">I got distracted by 'Abby Cooper, Psychic Eye' online and it really had me hooked. After that I went down memory lane thanks to the internet and realized how much things have changed, I have changed… and I'm so glad Alhamdulillah. </font></font></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font size="3" face="Calibri"> </font></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3">After the horrid amounts of hair I've been losing, maybe because I got my hair styled twice, the salt water and stress, I went and got a haircut. I don't know how much good that's going to do, but it felt good to do something. Also I didn't know tying your hair back tightly leads to hairfall, and that you're not supposed to tug at your hair when you brush them (I did that when I had amazing hair in tenth class – why didn't someone tell me then?), that you should not pile up your hair on the top of your head when you shampoo them, it tangles them, that egg is amazing for your hair (applying it) and that dry hair is extremely fragile and must be moisturized intensively. </font></font></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font size="3" face="Calibri"> </font></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><font size="3"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font face="Calibri">After the haircut, we went to the beach, the weather was unbelievably good at 2 in the afternoon (yes, in Chennai that's nothing short of a miracle!) and there was much fun had. I convinced myself to have the fish fry and it wasn't that bad! HB went on to have some kairi, we had a plate of alu bajji and then kwality walls icecream… went back howm </font></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings">J</span></span><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font face="Calibri"> We watched Inception (now that's a long and eventful story) and it was amazing. </font></span></font></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font size="3" face="Calibri"> </font></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font size="3"><font face="Calibri">I'm trying to cook more often but it's usually only alternate days. Today morning, I tried my hands at dosa (using dosa mix) but they didn't turn out that great. I think using a homemade batter plus being more careful while pouring is required. After a long time, HB and I finally got a chance to hear Ammaarah… she won't come to the phone but we heard her nanu teaching her rhymes. HB will always pick up some sentence of hers and reuse it in <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>conversations later and it makes me horribly miss that little imp.</font></font></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font size="3" face="Calibri"> </font></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font size="3"><font face="Calibri">Some of the things he uses are:</font></font></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font size="3" face="Calibri"> </font></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font size="3"><font face="Calibri">"Hammaarre Peemmi hain…" (this was when the two families had gone out for dinner and Ammaarah was mad that I would be leaving her again. According to HB, she wrapped her arms around my legs and said, "Hammaarre Peemmi hain…", yeah I had a lump in my throat that day.)</font></font></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font size="3" face="Calibri"> </font></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font size="3"><font face="Calibri">"Juice hona" (When we were leaving Hyd. Ammaarah categorically stated this and to her luck, there was a carton lying right there)</font></font></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font size="3" face="Calibri"> </font></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font size="3"><font face="Calibri">"Logaan hain" (This was in reference to HB who was making her feel shy and uncomfortable. She was refusing to go somewhere because there were 'logaan' there)</font></font></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font size="3" face="Calibri"> </font></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font size="3"><font face="Calibri">And the latest: "…could not put Humpty Dumpty together again. Yeh could not kya hai?"</font></font></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font size="3" face="Calibri"> </font></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font size="3"><font face="Calibri">She calls Cadbury Shots 'black balls' and chocolate icecream is 'black icecream' and my chacha who lives next door to us and whose house has a black gate is called 'black chacha' and the other chacha who has a white door is called 'white chacha'. :D </font></font></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font size="3" face="Calibri"> </font></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font size="3"><font face="Calibri">Oh and one more incident: I was talking to Ammaarah on the phone and I said, 'Kya karrein Ammaarah aap?'</font></font></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font size="3" face="Calibri"> </font></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font size="3"><font face="Calibri">She said 'Hum juice peerien', so I said, 'Hum ko do na please' and she said 'Lo'</font></font></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font size="3" face="Calibri"> </font></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font size="3"><font face="Calibri">So I made gulping noises and said 'Thank you Ammaarah!' and she said, 'Finish kar diye aap?' and I said 'Haan, finish kar diye' to which she said in a victorious tone, 'Yahan pe glass mein hain! Aap ghalat bole!'</font></font></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font size="3" face="Calibri"> </font></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font size="3"><font face="Calibri">She apparently hates my dad doing any kind of laad with her when she's going to sleep and on one day when my dad was trying to put her to bed, she said 'Aisssa zor se chubatiyoon, khoon nikalna'! My dad apparently didn't even understand but my mom was stunned, to say the least… KIDS!</font></font></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font size="3" face="Calibri"> </font></span></p> <p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font size="3"><font face="Calibri">Sigh. I miss her.</font></font></span></p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465815.post-65055416476151015652010-07-15T11:23:00.001+05:302010-07-15T11:23:23.882+05:30ChoicesSometimes you wish you didn't have to choose and things were just thrust upon you. So you could pass on the blame. I have this urge to type my dilemma into google. I don't know what to do about my istikhara. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465815.post-61739421189647457102010-07-06T16:38:00.001+05:302010-07-06T16:38:23.043+05:30A start(Written yesterday, posted today)<p>I woke up this morning at 5 and finally got to the task I'd been<br>postponing for so long – setting up the kitchen. We bought the<br>stainless steel and plastic storage jars almost a week ago but I<br>hadn't got around to filling them up and stacking them on the shelves<br>of our lovely kitchen. Seriously, modular kitchens are so awesome. I<br>wish we had one like this at home. See, before you fill the jars there<br>are a number of things that need to be done – first you have to empty<br>out all the trash that was already there in those shelves, then you<br>have to buy the things you need for your kitchen, wash all the jars<br>before you use them and then, THEN, when they're all dry you can fill<br>them up and stack them in. Oh, I forgot a very important step – decide<br>how you're going to organize them and all your dishes, utensils. Which<br>reminds me, I haven't labeled the jars yet. Must.<p>Have you fallen asleep yet?<p>I wish I could. I'm having the kind of sleep-induced headache that you<br>only have when you're in office, staring at the computer screen right<br>after lunch and the AC, is of course, on. There is so much I have to<br>fill in but I don't have the time. The wedding prep, the wedding, the<br>Sikkim trip, the moving, the not-leaving, the settling, the shopping,<br>the new job. Saigh. Someday soon. For now I say hello and boodgye.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465815.post-55223721143915091172010-04-22T19:21:00.001+05:302010-04-22T19:21:33.763+05:30Notes to myselfYesterday was a good day. Left office at 6, just after the manager sadly asked me if I were leaving the firm soon. Heeh. I am! YesIAM! Went off to do wedding dress shopping. After having seen multiple red dresses, mother said only this particular one fit all my constraints - so we told them to keep it aside and decided to call it a night. However, not far away Simra and Shahzadi stood, displaying their wares. Turns out oonchi dukaan, pheeka pakwan. Zey were terrible, I tell you. Father, who by then was feeling extremely hungry and getting testy, decided to go in search of food and by the time we were done with S & S (which didn't take very long btw), we saw Fawda happily drinking some fruit juice. We decided to wait in the car while the fowda got us SHAWARMAS. Yayy, and they were pretty good too - not too Indianized. Fawda also got mango juice - which was thick and heavenly. While we ate, we decided that the dress we had asked to keep aside was pretty good and I should get it, so we did. Also got one saree and two dresses, one that shall be the rasam dress. Eeh. I decided to hold the sharara against myself to measure the height and was trying to take it from the mother's hands while she was handing it to me - and it wouldn't budge! So I was like, Mummy, I think you're stepping on it, could you please move? And what did I realize then? NOBODY was stepping on it at all - the dress is THAT HEAVY. Ohmigod. Like I was telling the Immu, maybe they make it so heavy so the bride doesn't think of running away. A pretty way of handcuffing her to the stage and making the vidai all the more dififcult. Now all that remains is to boohoo like Blister ;) :D Hee hee hee Blister! :P<div> <br></div><div>As you can see, I have a lot of time on my hands. Nobody gives me too much work these days and neither am I inclined to take on much of it myself. I have slaved enough for this company, I tell you! ;) These days, the hardest thing to do (after the awfully sultry ride to the office) is to shut down those Facebook and blogger tabs and get to work. Really tough man. I'm wondering what I'll do at home for so menny menny days since mother does not approve of facebooking and bloahging. But then, there's Mother who will surely find something for me to do. </div> <div><br></div><div>To all those who cook Indian food - try this blog: <a href="http://www.sailusfood.com/">http://www.sailusfood.com/</a>. She's really good - I tried some of her recipes and they came out awesome. Okbye.</div> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465815.post-83278924835341781322010-04-22T14:52:00.001+05:302010-04-22T14:52:29.131+05:30OHMYGODSomeone please get me to stop reading this: <a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/blog/category/black_heelstractor_wheels/the_night_i_met_marlboro_man/">http://thepioneerwoman.com/blog/category/black_heelstractor_wheels/the_night_i_met_marlboro_man/</a> !!<div> <br></div><div>And someone please tell me I can be an argentyne-ey version of the pioneer woman - the great multi-tasker - the -i-rock-at-everything-er even though I'm having trouble helping out the mother even a bit every morning! </div> <div><br></div><div>OKAY, BACK TO WORK, WOMAN!</div> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465815.post-54470687516683985322010-04-07T19:59:00.001+05:302010-04-07T19:59:44.840+05:30Notes to myselfThere is SO much happening in my life right now - and I feel like I'm slowly climbing up that roller coaster and then, and then... hopefully there'll be a WHEEEEEEEEEE insha allah. As of today, (not counting today) there are... 59 days to go! Alhamdulillah and insha allah. Man, can't believe i'm here. Lots of stuff happened the last two weeks - curfew got me back to the grandparents' house, made it feel like a vacation and a gift. Was glad to be with Immu again - also when Aroush and her mommy arrived, the PAX went out again though they were PAAX. Jokes were cracked about the 'uncles' being a PAX of their own. :D Just the thought is hilarious. <div> <br></div><div>Quit the job finally. Last day at work is May 5th. Immu found it hard to believe that I felt the tiniest pang of sadness at leaving. Well, I did! I was also told I 'handled it very badly'. What IT is, I canna tell. X( Anyway, all's well that ends well insha allah. </div> <div><br></div><div>Went with M&D and finalized the wedding card today... a little expensive, but elegant methought. Yes, ladaas and ladies, the wedding's on the 6th of June, insha allah. Have to start putting together the invites and everything. Everytime I think 'marriage' it makes me shudder a leetle bit. Man, why do we have to grow up? :<</div> <div><br></div><div>Gtg now, gotta get howm. Sayonaras.</div> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465815.post-54494523515003108612010-03-03T12:38:00.001+05:302010-03-03T12:38:59.447+05:30jadedAnd today in the cab (before we dozed off), we wondered what happened to all the drive, by which I mean, of course, all the passion and the competitive spirit. When did we stop being the girls who raced with each other to answer the teacher first, the ones who fought over every quarter of a mark and who exulted in the title 'first in class'. When did it all fizzle out? I know people who still have that urge to win, to race and no, they don't do it to put it in their resume. They do it because they're passionate about winning and enjoy competing! Where did it all go? Apart from a temporary resurfacing during competitive exams, where has that zeal gone? Why are we now stuck in the mediocrity rut? And more importantly, why has it stopped mattering? Why are we now content to run at the same pace? Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465815.post-23692763347197925352010-03-02T19:21:00.001+05:302010-03-02T19:21:51.688+05:30PlachackSo I made:<div>Khubuli (amazing rice)</div><div>Kheema</div><div>Mutton Khorma</div><div>Do pyaaza </div><div><br></div><div>They were all edible and while I wouldn't say they were spectacular, there was nothing wrong with them! Yayy :D </div> <div><br></div><div>Was also listening to self-image psychology by Yassir Fazaga. Man, he is so awesome, masha allah. And totally made up for my bunking the personality-development classes that I was supposed to attend on weekends. <a href="http://www.halaltube.com/yassir-fazaga-self-image-psychology">Here's</a> the link if anyone's interested.</div> <div><br></div><div>Had a looong conversation with Appydoo. Twas good. </div><div><br></div><div>Rev is quitting. Bossman is terrible person, really. After talking to Appy, I realized that cribbing levels in our team are very high. I think I need to tune them out. Today I kept telling myself to becool, becool. Worked.</div> <div><br></div><div>Oh and Ammaarah thinks her parents are 'dangerous' for not letting her come to India. :D</div><div><br></div><div>And most importantly, ladies and gentlemen, we're now at <100 days insha allah.... from 454 once upon a time! </div> <div><br></div><div>Whee-hoo!</div><div><br></div><div><a href="http://www.halaltube.com/yassir-fazaga-self-image-psychology"></a> </div> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465815.post-70128555689276770652010-03-01T19:56:00.000+05:302010-03-01T19:57:02.008+05:30MiaowA lo-hooong weekend of four, yes - FOUR - days has come to an end. Yeah, I was on leave on Friday - or what our office calls 'PTO - Personal Time Off'. Twas good - I'm now cooking and cooked some four dishes over the past four days. And nobody died! :D<div> <br></div><div>I be back.</div> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465815.post-25873377645083449552010-02-24T19:44:00.001+05:302010-02-24T19:44:13.954+05:30Some days......are just sad days. Stupid quarrels, someone's marriage is breaking, someone lost a family friend... inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un. Ya Allah, send peace on us please. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465815.post-75327906250290127502010-02-22T12:34:00.001+05:302010-02-22T12:34:36.267+05:30-I have recently come to realize that there is a group of people - and some of whom I know well - who do this: <div><br></div><div>Say the other person is BBW, and say you're trekking, then BBW will come up to you and crib, and I'm not using the word crib lightly, he/she will crib not only on his/her behalf but crib enough to make you think that there's nothing left to look forward to in life. And all this in an environment which is already demoralizing and demotivating. Soon you'll be naive enough to think, God, everyone feels this way, I give up! And next thing you know, WHAM!, BBW's smiling at you benignly from Mount Everest and lending you a helping hand to come see the view. And you? You're just sitting there torn between regretting your lack of carpe-diemness, wondering over the unfairness of it all and then wondering whether you really care about climbing Everest.</div> <div><br></div><div>Such naivete. Sheesh. Oh and to all my dear friends in this heartwarming rat race - you're welcome.<br><div><br></div><div><br><div><br></div></div></div> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465815.post-63418647937214654842010-02-18T16:53:00.001+05:302010-02-18T16:53:27.203+05:30Not FairAm reminded of a poem sis and I once heard in a cartoon:<div><br></div><div>What is this notfair?</div><div>Is it round, is it square?</div> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465815.post-69385486944081590922010-02-17T11:36:00.001+05:302010-02-17T11:36:03.183+05:30UpdatYou know the story actually developed into something interesting last night? But I was dead-tired and in no mood to get obsessed with writing and getting it right. <div><br></div><div>You know what - I was going to write something nice, but my senior just pinged me and gave me two hours of work. Because I only had ten hours of work. Ugh. </div> <div><br></div><div>I should still add - some of the clouds have lifted, and things are looking better now. Insha allah they'll stay that way. </div><div><br></div><div>I'm off. </div> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465815.post-9762237168734586262010-02-15T11:53:00.001+05:302010-02-15T11:53:06.282+05:30BwakhI want to eat out. Something exotic, familiar and delicious at the same time.<div><br></div><div>It's Monday. Sigh.</div><div><br></div><div>I'm behind on calling up my friends. Not that that's new. Hanging around the parents is not giving alone time.</div> <div><br></div><div>If marriage is supposed to be difficult, I think the process of getting married is far worse.</div><div><br></div><div>I have a tummy ache. I'm supposed to be working. Don't feel like it.</div> <div><br></div><div>I had a story in my head when I woke up for Fajr this morning. Wasn't very promising so I gave it up. But it was nice to know that I can still think up stuff sometimes.</div><div><br></div><div>The parents expect their (and mine) treasure to come in today. I wish I were feeling happier.</div> <div><br></div><div>I've joined 'Personality Development in the Light of the Quran and the Sunnah' classes. Saturday and Sunday. Two hours each. The trainer isn't any good, the attendees are inspiring.</div> <div><br></div><div>Phoo. I'm hungry. But I'm trying to wait until lunch. I need to lose weight!</div><div><br></div><div>Very, very bwa. Pileez God, make things better. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465815.post-73392227916511536702010-02-01T13:34:00.001+05:302010-02-01T13:34:06.235+05:30Notes to myselfA quick recap of the weekend:<div><br></div><div>Got house cleaned up for parents' arrival (for good! :) :( :) ), bathroom still remains to be cleaned, covered with a thin layer of dust. Help lady refuses after washing the hall upstairs. Switched on the motor, fuse (blew up? gone? what?). Uncle repaired fuse, motor still refuses to work - not a great way to welcome your parents back. Decided to make one last fruitless trip to the passport office - was fruitless indeed. Gave up and gave in, gave passport to uncle who will get an agent to do something about the renewal. Decided to go shopping for niece. Ended up splurging on clothes for niece, the mother, the aunts. Acc. to Immu, 'Dayal's uthake lalee'. It's an anticlimax when you buy gifts for people and they make you feel guilty instead. However, on a sidenote, I have also realized that my love for shopping is manifesting itself in strange ways: Since I feel too guilty after buying stuff for myself, I am now spending on others (but there was a sale too! FORTY PERCENT OFF and everything I picked up was WOW!). Okay, I think maybe like Shopaholic, dresses are calling me to buy them and I can't refuse! Anyway, it was a great shopping trip. Came home, showed off shopping to Immu, but it didn't end up making me feel very great :/ Some things are just weird...</div> <div><br></div><div>There was a barbecue party in the night, and then the PAX stayed up talking for a while. Then Immu and I spent (wasted, really) some time over Facebook. That girl is an addict.</div><div><br></div><div> Had made plans with J for the next day, but for a number of reasons I called up J and cancelled. Thought she would kill me, but we're friends for a reason - she said: I was half-thinking of cancelling myself! Next time, J. The PAX then decided that we didn't know when we'd get a chance to go out together again, so the two married women and me single girl ( :D ) went off to Pizza Hut and had an awzum time. Ultimate temptation cheesy bite pizza is highly recommended. Must say, you also need to be in fun company. More PAX pictures were taken and a lot of fun was had.</div> <div><br></div><div>Had a good time catching up with people I haven't spoken to in a long time too. And some cryie conversations. Sigh. </div><div><br></div><div>And back in office today... Monday's are so depressing. I want to go back to school again :|</div> <div><br></div><div><br></div> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465815.post-9772543043431578232010-01-29T18:38:00.001+05:302010-01-29T18:38:59.468+05:30Heeh :D<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_glUnbywXUS8/S2Ld60LTWHI/AAAAAAAAAXg/FNEhhQ-O_JE/s1600-h/IMAG0284-739469.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_glUnbywXUS8/S2Ld60LTWHI/AAAAAAAAAXg/FNEhhQ-O_JE/s320/IMAG0284-739469.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432148103070439538" /></a></p><div class="gmail_quote">I got them last week. This is a very bad quality photo. But aren't they beautiful? I don't even know if I can walk in them. I feel like I bought jewellery :D<div><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;font-weight:Normal"></span></div> </div><br> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465815.post-27789075311241774882010-01-03T22:59:00.002+05:302010-01-03T23:31:20.943+05:30Ring out the old...2009 - In my mostly plain vanilla life, you mostly fit in. There were some new things - the 'turnaround' (that still makes me wince), the new phone (whose many amazing features I love but mostly have no time for), among some others, but mostly it was the year of waiting. Even on the 31st, I wondered how come we weren't still suspended a long way off from 2010, a state that my brain has been in for a long time. 2010 will also bring with itself a fair share of waiting, but it's more bearable now, and more exciting, insha allah.<br /><br />The 'Management' took some pity on us and decided to give us a holiday on Thursday, giving us a total of four days off. The previous weekend was a long weekend too and with no work to be done, I was quite surprised to find myself fidgeting thanks to all the time I had on my hands. So I went ahead and dug up the crochet kit that I got from Walmart and learned a few stitches. Yeah, I surprised myself too.<br /><br />These four days seemed to fly by and Monday's almost here. Sigh. It felt like winter break in school. My manager's face seems blurry to my memory and considering that I've been working with another team on a consulting project, regular work seems miles away. <br /><br />Went out on all three days except today. Grandmom wanted to buy the latest addition to the family some gifts, so went to Ameerpet and then a toy store at Abids. The next day, having spent the whole day finishing off my first David Baldacci (borrowed because I dont like spending money on thrillers, but totally enjoyed it), went with Xobia to Landmark and fell in love - hook, line and sinker. I always end up buying a book whenever I go to Crossword, and the other day I convinced myself that it was okay to buy the membership card and did. (I think I just love adding plastic to my wallet, it makes me feel cool or something). Realized what a big mistake I'd made when I saw the sheer number of books that Landmarks stocks. Just standing around, I saw a book that I'd been planning to buy for sometime and the sequel to the 'Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants'. I only watched the movie but loved it, so decided to buy the sequel, and am halfway through and completely bowled over by the writing. It's not brilliant, but it's a true girl/woman book. (Calling it chicklit would be a little degrading methinks). I'm still offended that it was stocked in the teen fiction section! Hmmf. Did some fabulous shopping at Shilparamam the next day. Loved showing it off.<br /><br />Tis time to go to ze bed and sloop. Happy New Year! January 1st was more on the lines of Crappy New Year for me, holding the promise of many rantings at relatives and friends and futile government office trips for the year ahead, but things have been getting better. Immu'll be getting married soon, or at least engaged. And things seem to have turned out for the good, alhamdulillah. As much as I hated the line and its occurences in the movie, I'll have to say: all is well.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465815.post-29775329401205543432009-12-22T17:11:00.001+05:302009-12-22T17:11:43.619+05:30The Black and Blue Bravery Award<div><br></div><div>Attending a team meeting - Check</div><div>Listening to your manager talking about working a minimum of 60 hours a week - Check</div><div>Realizing the business plan entails all staff to give up their lives for the company - Check</div> <div>Being too murderous to care about what your boss is saying - Check</div><div>Challenging your boss on a statement - Check</div><div>Being asked by your boss to stay back after the meeting - Check</div><div>Being reprimanded on your disinterest during meetings - Check</div> <div>Spending your lunchtime ranting about the meeting - Check</div><div>Having a headache - Check</div><div>Will I have a Brufen? - No</div><div><br></div> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465815.post-64624262513338375102009-12-17T14:47:00.001+05:302009-12-17T14:47:38.334+05:30SniffI see people's blogs being updated ever so often, and I miss the days I used to have the luxury of doing that. Miss you bloggie. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465815.post-35082186535042085842009-12-14T22:12:00.002+05:302009-12-14T22:30:39.462+05:30The bwas and whees of the past few weeksHello, har war you?<br /><br />I'm in office still, call on the ERP just ended. Told teammate 'Yaar, my brain has shut down', and he said, 'Tumhara toh sirf shut down hi hua hai, mera toh crash hogaya hai!' We spent the entire day on research, re-research and sensitivity analyses. Grah. But I must say, it's better than being brainnumb after repetitive, stoopid work.<br /><br />A laaaaht of stuff happened the past few weeks. Yes, I gave up on the Nablopomo. You must've noticed the 'Inna lillahi...'. Lost two relatives in the span of a week. One was a month old, another was 80, the great-grandmother of the baby who passed away. I heard the mother cry, 'Mummy, mere bachche ko lekar chale gaye' and heard my grandmom cry 'Koi bhai-behen nai rahe'... <br /><br />At work, things got crazy with me taking up a project that people tried to scare me from taking up and I was scared to take it up too, turned out it wasn't a big deal at all. Then last week, I got pushed into working with another team that I didn't want to because it seemed terribly boring and fretted and sighed about it, and today I hear, I'm not on that project anymore. On the mid-year front, things went pretty smoothly too, except for the part where I was congratulated on my 'turnaround', I didn't know if I was supposed to be excited or offended. Still, it was good to know. Nothing to be too complacent about though, as soon after I pulled an argentyne. I've learned by now to say - c'est la vie. Which reminds me, there was much excitement in between about Zurich and what not, but now I'm not so sure. We shell see how that plays out.<br /><br />And there was the weekend with the engagement and the birthday. Oh, and the microwave. I surprisegifted the grandparents house the microwave, sneaking in the carton at dawn. And like I just told you about the unpredictability of life, people in the house started freaking out looking at unlabeled, plain brown carton and paranoia came sweeping in through the door, the grandfather shouting at everybody that the box must be taken out of the house, 'Who knows who got it here? Who knows what could be in it? What if the police come and ask us, why it's here?' I was outside then, having the time of my life and I got a frantic call from the cousins who knew about it, screaming 'PLEASE TELL THEM YOU GOT IT OR WE'RE TELLING!' So, I gave them the go-ahead and just when the box was being thrown out of the house, Immu told the grandmom and she finally got the box opened. <br /><br />This weekend I shopped for self and cousins and sister (well only a dress (yes, Blister)) but they loved it, and I got awesome shoes and clothes and I was on a shopaholicky high, but then started feeling guilty too. No mo shopping for me for sometime now.<br /><br />That's all for now. I ghoobhai.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465815.post-84349175273319607202009-12-03T23:42:00.002+05:302009-12-03T23:45:10.534+05:30BeautyI found this off some random blog-surfing from <a href="http://bluedapple.blogspot.com/">here</a> and thought it was very beautiful and profound.<br /><br />Rules to live by:<br /><br /><br />1) Eat when you're hungry, sleep when you're sleepy enuff.<br /><br />2) Be good to people who have been good to you. Be good to people unless they give you a reason to be mean to them. Be firm, but be kind.<br /><br />3) Say 'No' as much as you say 'Yes'.<br /><br />4) When you find something you admire in people, tell them about it. Even if it looks like flattery.<br /><br />5) When you find something you detest in people, tell them about it. Only if you think it'll help them.<br /><br />6) Before you say anything, ask yourself, 'is it true? is it kind? is it necessary?' if the answer to all three questions is not yes, then keep it to yourself.<br /><br />7) Dont make up your mind about people the first time you meet them. Make up your mind only after the tenth time.<br /><br />8) Keep looking till you find someone who will love you for what you really are. When you find that person, dont let go.<br /><br />9) It is possible to be successful without being competitive. Its perfectly alright that you're not a competitive person. You will succeed.<br /><br />10) Spend as much time with yourself as you do with other people.<br /><br />11) Watch atleast one sunrise/sunset per week.<br /><br />12) Read those books which give you pleasure. Read those books which will teach you something. Read those books which help you make that leap into the extraordinary.<br /><br />13) Memorise poetry if you must. Its not a waste of time.<br /><br />14) Write your thoughts down. It helps.<br /><br />15) Watch movies and listen to music. Everyday do one thing which is exclusively for yourself.<br /><br />16) Go for plays and art exhibitions. Especially if you have to do it all by yourself.<br /><br />17) Make friends without giving a thought to their clothes, their accent, their politics.<br /><br />18) Learn. Learn. Learn. Without it you will not help anyone.<br /><br />19) True friends stab you in the front. Let them. Forgive them.<br /><br />20) Say 'sorry', but only when you're wrong. Not becoz you think it will help things.<br /><br />21) Do things that will challenge you. Stick to them till you finish them. Seek help if you flounder.<br /><br />22) Ask for directions when you need them. But its also alright to get lost sometimes.<br /><br />23) Ask questions even if it makes you look dumb. People like feeling smart, they'll tell you the answer and you'll gain something.<br /><br />24) Take good care of your pets.<br /><br />25) Dance. Sing. Even if its terrible to watch and hear. Floss once every week.<br /><br /><br />PS: Will be back soon.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465815.post-11097694821078586202009-11-21T01:52:00.002+05:302009-11-21T01:54:27.195+05:30Today in brief<div>Wake up late</div>Go to work<div>Availability briefing gets reversed</div><div>Senior dumps more work</div><div>Work</div><div>Senior dumps more work</div><div>Work</div><div>Work</div><div>Work</div><div>Work...<br /><div> <br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465815.post-41755697258680755852009-11-19T23:07:00.001+05:302009-11-19T23:07:59.385+05:30:(Wake me up when November ends. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7465815.post-34333954835661081882009-11-18T23:15:00.000+05:302009-11-18T23:09:33.891+05:30sigh<SPAN style='FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; FONT-WEIGHT:Normal;'>Midyear reviews, growing up, relationships, nil work-life balance, stomach upsets and allergies... Why is life so complicated? </SPAN>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3