Monday, October 6, 2008
Weekends with BF
This trend I've noticed at work;the first question on a Monday is always
"So how was your weekend ?"
My answer, "Good.With BF".
So when they ask, "Boy friend ?!"
My answer, "Nope.Brand Factory! :D".
"So how was your weekend ?"
My answer, "Good.With BF".
So when they ask, "Boy friend ?!"
My answer, "Nope.Brand Factory! :D".
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
Sunday
Sundays were always slow days for me. Boring almost. A day to do absolutely nothing, giving in to my lazy nature(under control during the 6 days with the greatest difficulty). Almost like a baby's day really- awake at 11, no breakfast, take a long hot bath, eat a hot lunch, and go back to sleep. Rise again in the evening, eat , trouble a few people around for entertainment, and before you know it, its night- dinner time and drop off again. Bliss.
Job has made to shift to another city, Bangalore. The times, they are a changin'. Routine made me wake up at 6:30 am (!) this Sunday. (Yes, yes I too hate people who wake up so early.) Force of habit too strong for me though. Chores all done by 7:30 am, me and my friend, Snehal decided to go for a walk. (Yes, yes I too hate people who go for early morning walks.)
Bangalore always seems to be right in the way of cold winds. This morning was no different. We walked briskly to keep warm. The sun rising lazily was promising us a warmer day ahead. The wide roads were deserted almost. We walked along the pavement kicking stones and chatting as the great wise trees swooshed gently and watched over us.
A man was ironing clothes on his hand cart a little ahead. Surprisingly, Bangalore has no shops that iron clothes. People here get it done by men who move around with small wooden hand carts with charcoal irons. The steam burst off the freshly washed damp clothes as they were being pressed to perfection by the hot and heavy charcoal iron. Lovely smell as we walked past him.
A huge house was being built further on. The smell of cut wood was in the air now. The workmen were not around, the house looked deserted - Wood shavings and nails and iron railings strewn all over the yard from the previous day's work. But we knew that it would soon be full of laughter and life. A couple were giggling and chasing each other inside oblivious of any onlookers.
We saw a small neat park ahead and entered through the half- sunken wooden gate. The night's rain had darkened the trees and the mud, both giving off the heady sweet monsoon smell. The dew on the grasses washed our feet as we walked on through...
The long walk had given us a good appetite and we turned back after a while. Houses seemed awake now, with gardeners out, and newspapers off the porch and the women set to cooking breakfast- this because we smelled delicious sambhar being cooked ! Made us even more hungry.
One of the many roadside barbecues was open for business. Snehal is a vegetarian; it totally turns her off, the smell of crisply roasted spicy meat. I laughed loud as she avoided even looking in that direction and walked on fast.
We soon reached the bakery at the head of the main market. The aroma of fresh breads and cakes and rolls was too sweet for us to resist. We ate a piece of cake standing by the corner, watching as a jack fruit seller got to work cutting up a fruit. I love the way the fruit smells !
...too many strong aromas for us since morning. It was time to head home. The whole bustling market lay before us, but Snehal said we had to cook lunch. Our neighbors too would get to smell something heavenly today :-).
Saturday, May 10, 2008
she
"When did she buy those flower-pots?"
The sunlight was streaming in happily through the curtains, accompanying the cool morning breeze on its dance through the small rooms.I was sitting cross-legged on the bed with the Sunday newspaper spread out before me: battling the Sudoku monster.
The numbers were swirling around in my head, clearing and clouding up again together, when they were shot away abruptly by the question.
I looked up with a frown.He had a slight smile on his face.A funny smile it was…a nostalgic quality to it.Like when you are thinking of someone very very far away.For a moment I was confused. 'She'? But only for a moment.He was referring to her of course, my mother.And he really wasn’t asking me.Just one of those questions that abruptly jumps out in the silence.
"Which flower pots?"
"You know…the ones with the plant all flowing over the edges…"
Then it hit me.The scene.Very badly.I had forgotten it.I looked down in a flash.
"When we were here", I replied.
I pretended to continue solving the puzzle.But in fact that question had reminded me of a hot summer morning, a long time back.
She had dragged me to the nursery to buy plants.We had just moved to our new home and she had the typical womanly instinct to fill the empty space around with plants.Such a boring expedition for someone my age.I must have been 7 or 8.I guess she didnt want to go alone.Even a kid who could offer no help in choosing plants was better than no company at all.The nursery you see was far from home.I wanted to go with my brother, he was off to play cricket.I was in that brother worship phase-used to tag along with him everywhere.But instead I was to go with her, to buy plants! Even the fact that she said "flowering plants dear" didn’t help.
The walk was unpleasant, on a hot dusty road and under the cruel glare of the sun.My open sandals got to work- gathering up as much soil as they could.I tried hanging on her hand, on the end of her pallu even, so I wouldnt have to walk.But she shook me off and one dangerous look was enough to make me behave civilised at least for a while.
It was the longest walk. (Just a 5 min walk really…It's funny how everything seems big when you are small).
We reached the nursery and the first thing I saw was an old abandoned shed.I ran towards it, full of the most interesting tools, like hoes and spades!Rusted and dirty.
And eerie creatures hiding in the shadows…that were waiting to eat me up…
I was lost in the world of the Shed soon enough.I heard her shout from somewhere not to wander too far away.I played around the cool shed for a long time as she argued with the maali over the prices.She finally called me, saying we were going .I looked with regret at the Shed.
"Are we coming back again?" I asked.
"Yes.I just saw the plants today.We'll buy tomorrow.Lets go."
I cannot remember whether we went back again.We must have...I remember the plants, in all shapes and sizes, around our house. (The same plants died silently of neglect when she fell sick.)It's true I think, now.The words I read once-"People do not die.They are only forgotten and pass into oblivion".
We sat silent for some time…both of us.Thinking of her.
The sunlight was streaming in happily through the curtains, accompanying the cool morning breeze on its dance through the small rooms.I was sitting cross-legged on the bed with the Sunday newspaper spread out before me: battling the Sudoku monster.
The numbers were swirling around in my head, clearing and clouding up again together, when they were shot away abruptly by the question.
I looked up with a frown.He had a slight smile on his face.A funny smile it was…a nostalgic quality to it.Like when you are thinking of someone very very far away.For a moment I was confused. 'She'? But only for a moment.He was referring to her of course, my mother.And he really wasn’t asking me.Just one of those questions that abruptly jumps out in the silence.
"Which flower pots?"
"You know…the ones with the plant all flowing over the edges…"
Then it hit me.The scene.Very badly.I had forgotten it.I looked down in a flash.
"When we were here", I replied.
I pretended to continue solving the puzzle.But in fact that question had reminded me of a hot summer morning, a long time back.
She had dragged me to the nursery to buy plants.We had just moved to our new home and she had the typical womanly instinct to fill the empty space around with plants.Such a boring expedition for someone my age.I must have been 7 or 8.I guess she didnt want to go alone.Even a kid who could offer no help in choosing plants was better than no company at all.The nursery you see was far from home.I wanted to go with my brother, he was off to play cricket.I was in that brother worship phase-used to tag along with him everywhere.But instead I was to go with her, to buy plants! Even the fact that she said "flowering plants dear" didn’t help.
The walk was unpleasant, on a hot dusty road and under the cruel glare of the sun.My open sandals got to work- gathering up as much soil as they could.I tried hanging on her hand, on the end of her pallu even, so I wouldnt have to walk.But she shook me off and one dangerous look was enough to make me behave civilised at least for a while.
It was the longest walk. (Just a 5 min walk really…It's funny how everything seems big when you are small).
We reached the nursery and the first thing I saw was an old abandoned shed.I ran towards it, full of the most interesting tools, like hoes and spades!Rusted and dirty.
And eerie creatures hiding in the shadows…that were waiting to eat me up…
I was lost in the world of the Shed soon enough.I heard her shout from somewhere not to wander too far away.I played around the cool shed for a long time as she argued with the maali over the prices.She finally called me, saying we were going .I looked with regret at the Shed.
"Are we coming back again?" I asked.
"Yes.I just saw the plants today.We'll buy tomorrow.Lets go."
I cannot remember whether we went back again.We must have...I remember the plants, in all shapes and sizes, around our house. (The same plants died silently of neglect when she fell sick.)It's true I think, now.The words I read once-"People do not die.They are only forgotten and pass into oblivion".
We sat silent for some time…both of us.Thinking of her.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
i love SOA
http://soafacts.com/
elective in college.Best site about it.
my fave quote:
You don't go to war with the SOA you want. You go to war with the SOA you've got - either way SOA annihilates the enemy (unless the enemy is also SOA, in which case SOA annihilates you).
elective in college.Best site about it.
my fave quote:
You don't go to war with the SOA you want. You go to war with the SOA you've got - either way SOA annihilates the enemy (unless the enemy is also SOA, in which case SOA annihilates you).
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