Top 10 lessons learnt from staying alone in my house

1. Stay online as much as you can...and bless people who ping you. It reassures you that you are not an crotchety old lady who is sitting alone in a house.

2. Get addicted to facebook or orkut. Comment on everyone's status and like everything that anybody says or does. This way you make a good chance that when you start a thread, there are people replying to it and that starts a neverending thread and kills time.

3. Order in food. Since you can't finish it all by yourself because of the limited size of our stomach and your mental calculation to check your weight...the food easily lasts for two days.

4. Write on your kitchen whiteboard 'WATCH YOUR WEIGHT...DONT ORDER FOOD' and ignore it on the weekends.

5. Do a lot of shoppping on the weekend and bill it on the credit card your husband gave you. Watch your kurta collection soar while your bank balance remains unchanged. **

6. Check your weight regularly. Notice that despite what people expected that you lose weight sulking for your husband, you have actually put on a significant no. of kilos. Blame it on the weather.

7. If you don't find the remote, find it under the pile of clothes on your bed, or the pile of unread newspaper, under the laptop, in the fridge or bathroom.

8. Get a new hair cut in some expensive beauty salon and bill it on the credit card your husband gave you. **

9. At office, keep a visible expression of being sulky and sad for being lonely at home...so that they feel guilty to give you more (any) work.

10. Ask in a friend to come and stay over on the pretext of helping her in distress, and curse yourself every single day after thinking when the hell will she leave.

(** Sport a 440 watt smile on the webcam the next day, to make your husband feel better )

Bhage re mann kahin...

I feel happy and light today...why???...I donno.
I just feel like it.
May be because I managed to catch up with a old friend last night.
May be because I see things moving now...moving for good.
May be because Db will be back in a couple of weeks now...he wont be here on his birthday but will make it for mine.
May be because I feel I have lost some weight, an old trouser fit me today.
May be because I have finally succeeded in keeping away my blog from my teemies. **Victory Grin**
May be because I have resolved all the bugs assigned to me today.
May be because I finally managed my Sizzlers.
May be because I am listening to this lovely song after a long time...and it made my day.
Bhage re mann kahin...aage re mann chala...jaane kidhar jaanu naa.

As this old friend of mine said last night...
' You and tensions, come'on you are the koolest girl I have ever met!!! I can't believe you are telling me you have problems.'

I do babes...I do. Too many to handle. Each time I think I have reached the end of the rope, I am pushed one more time.
But I am happy happy today and it actually makes me feel KOOL like you mentioned.

How I wish it rains today !!!

Hangover

I am too sleepy today, could be the wine that I had last night.

And that was some experience.
I met Db's friends SSS and M around 10 in the morning. We started making plans for the day, the scope being from watching a movie to visiting the nearest pub for a glass of wine. But Db vetoed the idea of getting drunk since he didn't want me to drive in that case.
Finally we decided to go out for lunch, then go for the evening sow for Iron Man 2...and eventually we take a call on what we wanted to do for the rest of the evening.
So we started around eleven and went to Garuda Mall. Had lunch, and then killed time doing window shopping till 3. By the time we went for the movie, we were dog tired.
Now, despite of the fact that the movie was horrible, terrible and head ache inducing, what added to make the experience worse was, due to some technical fault they delayed the show by some 15 minutes while we were already sitting in the theater. Since I was too tired and the AC was heaven, I dozed off. And even 15 minutes after the movie started, I couldn't bring myself to keep my eyes open. And when finally I managed to open my eyes, the movie wanted me to close them again.
Well, we had dinner at Indijoe's in MG Road (Sizzler finally!!!). But I really wanted to have a glass of wine but I had to drive back, so it wasn't really a good idea. So I decided to buy a bottle of red wine on my way back home.
But by the time I reached Kormangala, it was already 9.45. It was already late, but there was quite some crowd on the road, so I decided to grab my wine from Spencers after all.

I got the wine and put it in the freezer to chill. Around 11 in the night, I pulled it out to have a glass of it. Okay, looks like it has a cork, but I think I have a cork screw at home. I try to use the corkscrew to pull the cork out, but the screw wouldn't penetrate the cork at all. I pull out Db's tool box, I try each tool to pull the cork out, but no help. I could see the hole created inside the cork, which had the other end of the cork, but I wasn't able to pull it out. Already 12 by then
Now, the only option I had was to query google devta. But he didn't help too. 12.30 now.
I was getting desperate, I checked my Google talk list to see who is online and could probably help, but no body seemed helpful.
Finally I tried to figure the cork screw closely. Its a pretty complicated one, but finally I managed to crack it and to pop the cork out. It was 1 PM by the time the wine was available to drink. Firstly it had turned warm by then, and I had no patience to pu it in the fridge and wait for it to chill. Secondly, as soon as I poured a glass for me, I could see the remains of the cork in the wine, which had come off and dropped into the bottle when I was experimenting with Db's tool box.
I used the filter which is meant to filter tea, to filter the cork remains out of the wine. (Jai ho Indian Jugaad!!!)

And finally I managed to have a glass of wine with some ice cubes. I struggled a lot for the sips till almost middle of the night, and with that effort, I am happy I still have the hangover.

Bachaoooo!!!!

Yes, I always wanted more readers on my blog, but never ever wanted to share it with my team at office.
I dont wanna change the title of my blog since I love it, nor do I want to hide it.
Hmm...Kya karron????

Gotta think of a new title fast, before people at office manage to catch up here.

Confused

My team had a plan to order in some food to office and then sit for a team lunch together in the cafeteria.
My manager wants me to take the responsibilty to order in the food and make sure it reaches on time. As the BA in my team put it across to me 'He believed you were the only one who would make sure it comes on time'.

Now there are two implications, the good one and the bad one.

The good one is, he belives I am a responsible person, and he can bank on me.
The bad one is, he thinks I am the most wella person in the team, so at least he'd give me something to work on...or, going by my size, he believes I would take food seriously and that would give me the push to make sure treat happens on time.

Aiyo!!! which one is the case???

The journey...

Last saturday at the wonderla, one of my collegues mentioned that he believed girls fights is far more serious than the guys fight. Well I do agree to that, the intensity of fight for girls might be a multiple degrees less than that of men nor do most of us indulge in the maa-behen walli galian, but while the guys can be friends again the next day, women can never do that. The remnants of the fight always remains in their memory. It takes a lot of time to heal up and they might or might not be friends ever again.

I have a guest at home since last friday...this is the a girl from my engineering college, who was from another hostel. But strangely she is the same girl who apparently hated me then. She would never let go of a chance to put me down, she had snapped on me on several occasions for no reason. Most of my friends also hated her since she had as reputation of taking panga with me. I maintained a safe distance from her since I am quite incapable of getting into a word fights with people.
Hate is a very strong word, but I think I was almost there. I almost hated her too.

We were different in more ways than one. She was the topper of our branch and knew only one thing to do...study and study harder. And I was a free spirit, I had lot of friends, I took part active participation in the fest each year and also in intercollege dance competitions and mostly won them too...while I also managed to score a percentage which was only 3-4% less than her. I believe she hated me because she actually wanted to be me but couldn't, since she couldn't get her books outta her head.
But at the end of the final year, she had a job and I didn't.
While I was terribly frustrated, she surprised me by coming to me, and for the first time in last 4 years she was kind to me...for reasons I couldn't fathom excatly the same way I couldn't understand her hatred for me. She encouraged me and said I would certainly land up a better job than others, since she believed I deserved it.
"Are you alright !!!" is all I could say then.
She smiled and left.
I smiled at her too...and that's the last memory I have of her.

I met her a few months back in ITPL. Being grown ups and professionals now, we spoke gracefully and also exchanged numbers. Last week she called me, she was going through some crisis and wanted a temporary accomodation for a couple of weeks. She asked me and I readily agreed since I was also put up alone...and here we are staying under the same roof since last 3 days.
Last evening we went for a short shopping, halted at the coffee day for a hot cup, went for a late night drive and muched on a road side chicken roll...later I clicked a few matrimony pics of her and we spent the rest of the evening trying to make necessary corrections and highlighting the pics on picasa. We shared a lot of experiences, cooked and laughed together.
I wonder if she is the same girl who I thought hated me so much, the same girl I wouldn't look eye to eye.

Lastly, last night she mentioned.
'I wasted 4 years of college only studying yaa'r. The marks don't really matter, nor do we need what you studied during engineering anywhere in the kind of job that we do. I wish I'd have enjoyed a bit of my life at college. I must say, you made the most of your time at college'
Me : Sigh !!!...' No, I hope I had studied a little more !!!'
And we laughed over it.

Its strange how women behave, oh-so-unpredictable, oh-so-complicated. May be this how God made women, we probably at times don't even understand ourselves.

It is my fault...it has to be.

I hate girls with their typical tantrums. I hate to keep waiting while the girl in question finishes her make up, I hate when people are not punctual and keep others waiting irresponsibly. And the worst part, the disgust shows up on my face. Also, I feel I become good friends with my team and soon people start taking me for granted.

Yes, I am cribbing. After a wonderful day at wonderla with my new team which otherwise is a quite fun group. Just that, a certain group of people with whom I have been close to in this team are probably a little upset with me, also upsetting me equally at the same time. I thought they were being unreasonable and the feeling was mutual.
I think quite some of it was my fault, because I was impatient despite of the fact that its high time I should accept that thats how most girls are, and if I need their company for some reason I have to learn to put up with it. As for the other side, I am amazed at the confidence people have, by being vocal and so in-the-face on things which they quite don't even understand. I wish there was a corporate training on how to talk to people and specially team members.

I have a problem...in all cases I normally find the fault with myself. My dissatisfaction is due to my impatience, its due to the fact that I let myself loose to people I probably should have been more professional with. Its late now but I guess I can still make amends. This was the last day I have let myself go, I gotta gear up and start keeping a distance.