The Lonely Post

Marriage is a bad thing.

Takes a smart, independent, self sufficient woman and promptly turns her into a damsel in distress. Now, who would have ever imagined that I would fall prey to this.

I have been on my own since I was 16. Hostels and PG's is where I have spent 90% of my life. I recall, that many girls who shared my accommodation, soon felt a need of a boyfriend who can help her run her life. I mean, with additional benefits to both parties, it also helped the girls for their beauty parlor trips, bank jobs, entertainment, gifts that they otherwise wouldn't get for themselves and pampering being a integral part of it. One of the n reasons why I didn't want a man in my life, including the one that nobody asked me is that I didn't need a man to run my life. I was pretty self sufficient and pampering is the last thing I needed.

Then marriage happened.
And mind you Db is not the pampering types, not in the conventional way at least...and I can't thank him enough for that.
Yet, now that he is in US (again!!!), I see myself counting days. Though I must admit that I know how to keep myself busy, I have been reading and painting a lot off late. Yet, when I have my hands off my recreation, I am back to oh-I-am-so-lonely trip.

I need my knight in shining armor who does indeed run my life...in some ways at least. I think I am getting old  now...

HAH!!! I didn't write this...

The Illusion of Equality

I read this quote somewhere
If women aspire to be equal to men, they are not ambitious enough.

I have always been a staunch believer in equality of the sexes. I firmly believe that men and women are equals. Whether at school or workplace, I have always competed with one and all, irrespective of their gender. But this year 2013 has been an eye opener.
I have been jolted out of my illusions and shown me exactly where I belong.

I have always been a very bankable resource all my carrier. And suddenly, I see people losing faith in me, why just others even I seem to have lost faith in myself. Due to the pregnancy gone wrong, I took quite some unplanned leaves, and worse, I again had to take more of the same when I went through the surgery. I almost lost my job because I wasn't a dependable resource any more. And I still feel the heat of the screwed pregnancy every month. A week every month I am unable to give my 100% at work, and this is just the beginning. Soon, I would plan for another pregnancy, I would have the pregnancy period, then maternity leave and eventually the never ending cycle of baby care, picking the kid from day care, school and etc. etc. etc.
The career would have gone for a toss.

Then how are men and women equal !!? How can I have the chance of having a equally flourishing career as a man!
A man can get the best of both, a great career and a grow a family at the same time, a woman can't.
I am not saying that that having a family isn't important, I am just saying that men and women are not equal. Because for a woman to be as equal as a man she has to make sacrifices, not very pleasant ones.

I have a friend, who had a miscarriage this year during her fifth month of pregnancy. She was on a 3 months medical leave. When she joined back she realized that her promotion was shelved because of her absence from work. She was furious, she was adamant that it was harassment.
I differ.
For whatever reason, she was absent from work for 3 months, the previous 5 months she wouldn't have given her 100% because she was carrying. Very obviously, the promotion will  be given to some one who had done great work and not just on seniority basis. So her losing on her promotion is not unfair. If a man would have met with and accident and he'd have been on medical leave for 3 months, the management would have probably done the same to him.
So, I don't blame the management. But can I blame her for her frustration on losing out on her promotion? She lost her baby, and losing out on her career opportunities is adding to her woes.

In my previous project, my manager went through a tough time when one of the key resource went on a unplanned leave for a couple of weeks because it was her early pregnancy period. I have enough example of ladies who have to leave office at square 6 even if lightning strikes, because they have to pick up the baby from the day care.

So who is to blame??? As women employees, we expect to be treated as equals, but very obviously after a certain years women are bound to have these kind of issues. It's not unfair on the part of a manager if he does not treat his women resources as bankable as the men. But then what about us, who'd give us jobs in that case. Are we supposed to stay back home and forget our jobs and careers !!  

A lady in my painting workshop suggested that I better set my expectations straight. She says that after a couple of years your career will go downhill. The sooner you accept it, better for you. If you think you can have the best of both worlds, a great career and a great family, you are in for a shock.
I am afraid, she is right.

No sire...Men and women are definitely not equal...and this realization hurts!!!

Updates

A lot of water has flown under the bridge.

1. Had a miscarriage early this year, technically an ectopic pregnancy (go google it!!!)

2. Took my very first travel abroad, went to Boston on work

3. Came back riding high on success, did some real serious work, suddenly I was a STAR at office.

4. The last miscarriage came back pinching again. We realized the terminated foetus never left us. Had to go through a surgery to finally terminate it.

5. The good run at office backfired. I became a sad victim of politics and almost lost my job. Greater visibility can sometimes become a bad thing. But there was still some luck left for me, so found a new job with a startup company and left the organization with my head held high.

6. The startup company turned out to be a lame duck. Yet again I had some luck left and found a good job within a couple of days. Left the startup within a week of joining and joined my current employer on a higher salary and (hopefully) more stable profile.

7. Completed some really difficult paintings, so I guess I have crossed the next level in the craft.

8. Bhai's marriage is fixed this December. Wishing him all the success.

9. SIL's groom hunt takes off.

10. Finally, bought a vacuum cleaner for the house.

Okay, I added the last one just to round it off to 10. Sue me!!!

Failures Big and Small and More...

My first failure that I remember is in my 4th standard.

I had almost 80% marks and the third rank holder in my class till my last paper of the terminal was out. It was the drawing paper, I had flunked the drawing paper and my overall percentage tumbled down to 70's and I lost my rank in the class that terminal. That for me then was my biggest failure. But when I look back to it today, it seems so trival and I wonder why I had been wasting my tears and boiling my blood over it.

With time, as I grew up my failures grew up with me too. Now I had bigger failures with bigger consequences and each time I thought that was the biggest failure of my life till I found the next one.

Why this now!!!
Because I have failed again.
Something that meant a lot to me, something I saw as a stepping stone to a bright carrier, something I gave my blood,sweat and tears to and something that has been taken away from me by force and worse I don't think I deserved this. I was not wrong, probably just at the wrong place at the wrong time. The issue as I believe has been blown out of proportion and I have been made a scrape goat by people who just needed someone to put all the blame on.

Lessons learnt:
1. Never over commit yourself to things. Nobody cares!!!
2. People on the other side just mean business. They are friendly but not your friends. When there is a choice between I and you people always choose I(obviously) and then they do not think about you. All your good work is conveniently forgotten.
3. Politics is everywhere and its a integral part of any business. Do not take things at face value and do not show all your cards.

Any way, now this qualifies as my biggest failure till date, till I find another one...

My i10

I got a new car...
Db wanted a black car(I thought that was a depressing color) and I wanted a red(to which he gave me that what-nonsense look), so we decided mid way, to get a grey car.

 Its supposed to be meant for me, once get a polished hands on driving that is.
Yipeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!

Would I???

I have finally completed the android app that I was working on.
Though its not exactly the same idea that I had when I started, yet it has come up to a real good shape.(Pats own back!!!)

Yet there is another challenge.
To post the application to the Android Market(now called Google Play), I need 25$ for the registration. So, I am still in the dilemma as to whether I should spend that amount for the Android registration.

The question is..would I give half the amount of thought if I were to buy a dress or jeans of the same price.

What do you think???

What’s cooking???

Yes, I have been quite irregular to my space…guilty as charged!!!

There have been a lot on my plate off late. 

Work…well!!! Don't get me started on that…let’s just say it pays for the bills and Home Loan EMI’s. But it’s not as bad as it sounds. We have finally got some appreciation from the client as well as higher management. So let’s say all’s well that ends well.

With my current work at office, I have been learning a lot of Frontend development for mobile and tablets, irrespective of the OS. Currently we are targeting a good product, which if done well will give us a lot of recognition. At the same time, I have been on my own developing a couple of applications, some for the web, some for mobiles and some for Android. Now, the point that I am trying to make is, the kinda work that I have done in the last 6 months, I hadn’t done in the last 7 years. I have somehow cultivated the interest of learning more technologies and brig myself up to date. It feels nice…learning and gaining proficiency on not just new technologies, but trying to fine tune my other dormant talents…one of them being painting

My first painting is finally done, and everyone else other than me thinks it has come out nice. May be I expect a little too much out of myself. But as DB rightfully said, I just can’t become a MF Hussain one fine day. So patience is the keyword, and hopefully the next painting will come out better.

Talking of my next painting, I am doing a knife painting this time. This one is the one I really wanna do nicely. It’s a nice colorful and romantic, and I am sure if done well, will look amazing on my new house bedroom wall…when both of them are ready that is.

And talking of my new house, they have postponed the handover date. It was April next and September next it is now. Grrrrrr to that !!!!

Bhai has finally changed his job. His previous job was killing him…I always knew this with these big Indian companies, they pay you peanuts and suck away all the life from you. His new job seems to be nice so far…and he seems to like it too. With these baby steps, I hope rest of his life falls into place one by one. Touchwood!!!

MIL is not keeping well since some time, and sometime last week when I saw her on the Video Chat, I really felt bad and worried for her. The sad part is, we being at our place and they being at theirs, very little can be done about it. That’s the sad price you pay for the money and lifestyle that brings you away from your family.

Well...with that we come to the end of this bulletin. Thanks for listening!!!

Just Updates

Its been a week that I am back from Indore.

It was a very draining experience...physically, mentally and emotionally, and I am glad to be back. But even after I am back to Bangalore, there has been immense pressure on the professional front. I badly need a break now.

If not anything else that I got from Indore, I brought this addiction to this new serial on Star Plus...Is Pyar Ko Kya Naam Doon. Much to Db's shock, horror and irritation, I am almost obsessed with this serial.  I have watched some 100 episodes of the serial from YouTube in this week.

Whatever!!! I am dying for a vacation. Is someone listening...!!!

Realization @Indore

I would probably never understand, what it is that triggers my thought process. What makes me start wondering about myself or judge myself. Sometimes its when I am alone or disturbed, or when someone points out something about me, or sometimes as trival as a movie or just a song that makes me go on a self evaluation trip.

I am at Indore now...came here on business. Indore stay so far hasn't been a lot of fun. There is some irritationg kinda work, which did not need me travelling across states. I didn't even find the food or shopping part interesting. You could easily get such things and more in Bangalore.
I probably always knew that coming here would not gain me a thing, nor financially, nor personally and niether professionally. But I willing took this leap of faith, hoping that something good might come out of it...I mean professionally. But I was wrong, it has been a royal waste of time, energy and emotions. Away from DB since 3 weeks already, I have come down from being strongest to stronger and then just going strong now. There are two more weeks to go, and I would probably have reached a level where women look like damsels in distress. I regret having taken the decision of coming down here, since I didn't gain a thing and having left all my strength behind. I have realized that its okay if DB is travelling for a couple of months, but I can't stand leaving him alone.

BTW, who was that...one who said all of that is written above. It certainly isn't me, for I belive these couldn't be my words, its just not me... I always believed that I am nothing like normal women who find strength from people around them. I could always manage to find my strength within, then why do I feel so...I have been a fighter so far, so what makes me go weak in my knees. Damn...why???
Does marraige make you weak...but then I have been married for over 4 years now, isn't that too late for this realization. And, I do not think Db is an overprotective husband, he hasn't treated my like a lady anyway...then why is that his absence, rather me leaving him behind bothers me so much.

You know, there was a time I believed in magical love stories...you know the DDLJ kinds. I did belive that it would happen to me some day and I just need to wait for that right time. There were many good opportunities that I denied only because I thought they weren't magical enough. I was waiting for those dry leaves to fly and voilins to play. But I was jerked out of my fantasies, a rude shock which came and I realized that the Cindrella story that we wait for are actually not for real. You can't build a life over them. I consider myself lucky, I saw the magical story, realized it wasn't real and moved on to grab the realities of life.
No regrets, since I believe it has made me a better person, value people in life and not to take them for granted, and of course I think my life couldn't have been better. Whatever...!!!

I can't get down to get all that cheesy...if Db reads this(which he will), he'd probably think I was drunk as hell.

Moving on...

Last day at office.

Too soon…is it not!!!
Actually I quit almost immediately after I joined…5 months to be precise. But without getting into specifics, I hated the project the moment I joined. I hated everything about the project…the work, the processes, the windowless wooden chamber, the no-internet-no-central-AC -no-extension kinda security paranoia…I hated it all. Yet with all my endeavors and some support from others, I managed to get the central AC in the project. But the project left a lot to be desired, since work was utter crap and it didn’t add even a miniscule value to my resume.
I also missed not updating this space quite often because I was denied any internet. It has nothing to do about pursuing my writing skills (or the utter lack of it), I just missed writing to my space.

While serving my notice period in the last month, I have grown a bigger disliking for the company as well, which hitherto I believed to be good barring this one project. A CMM Level 5 company as they call themselves, the processes, the recruiters, the HR are just pathetic…and I am glad that I am leaving.

There have been people here who can’t stop congratulating me on being able to make out of it. This kinda reinforces your belief in your decision, makes you feel yes, I did the right thing. Yet, I didn’t want my release to be as ugly as it has eventually turned out to be.

Yes, I wanted a release from the project, day one I knew this project is gonna screw my career and I did whatever it takes to get the situation favorable to me. But I didn’t wish the managers to have such a tough time. How I wish they had given me a release when I asked for it. It would certainly have been easy on all of us.

Well…I am happy that in this very short span of time I managed to make a lot of good friends. Something makes me feel that my team mates really like me and are gonna miss me for sure. And of course, there have been enough “Thank you’s” coming my way for the AC that I managed to install in the project.

This company sure was a mistake, but I am happy I had the enough courage to correct it. I am sure some people in this company are going to remember me for a long time for all the wrong reasons, and I hope some are going to remember me for the right ones.

I hope to have a long liaison with the company that I am moving on to now.

Ignorance is bliss...

I was never a brand conscious person. I never gave a damn what brand my Tee is, as long as it makes me look and feel good. I never had expensive shoes or bags, always buying these 100 rs footwear from the MG Road and carring a wallet in my back pocket in the name of a purse.

But now I know that there are so many amazing brands in this world, ones that make you look like a Goddess. Ever since I have known them, I keep an eye open to various sales in the city and each of these sales I shop like there is no tomorrow.

In the last couple of months I have bought at least 6 footwear, 3 dresses and 3 handbags to my credit. They make me feel amazing when I wear them, but it pains to see the bank balance sinking down at the cost of the increasing footwer in the shoe rack.

This change was almost sudden on me, when I started following some fashion blogs, and realized that its not mandatory to wear a black foorwear with a black dress, hot pink is not a tacky colour, there are colours beyond VIBGYOR… peach, mauve, teal and pastels also exist.

Now my wardrobe looks incomplete to me because it does not contain a Zara dress nor a Guess bag. Yet being oh-so-middleclass I feel the pinch of guilt. I wish I could get some guilt free money from somewhere and shop to heart’s content. But knowing myself, even if I do get that kinda money I am sure I will buy shares than a French Connection.

Oh I was so much better without knowing there in the world existed do many expensive and exclusive brands. Now I am stuck with a soul that wants to buy great brands, a mind which wants to save up all the money for the house interiors next year, and a hope against hope that somebody gifts them to me for free.

And the cycle continues…

When I look around at people I meet every day, I feel more and more insecure. Why does it seem that everyone other than me has some kinda backup? Either they have a wealthy father, or a wealthy father-in-law or a husband who has a steady money-churning business.

One of my friends bought a 65 lakhs worth apartment recently.

Me : How much was the down payment?
Friend : 22 lakhs.
Me : Oh Damn!! That’s way too much money. How did you manager raise that amount?
Friend : My father gave 5, my Father-in-law gave 15. I paid 2 lakhs.
Me : !!!???

And then again people buy such enormous properties and can still manage to afford a holiday abroad…

The section of the society that consists likes of businessmen, industrialists are the ones with property and bank balances. While the other section which consists of educated, hardworking, 9-5 kinds have only got Mothers.

I am a part of the second section, the largest section of the Indian society…rather any society. The Middle Class. This is the section in which the parents work their ass off to educate their children, so that they can grow up and in turn work their asses off to educate their children who would also end up doing the same. Thus the cycle continues…

Some of them manage to do something different so that the children manage to pass on the other section of the society, thus breaking the cycle. But those kinda balls are rare for a middleclass person who gives utmost importance to security since he doesn’t have a backup plan.

Yet, I do feel the definite urge within me to do something so that my kids do not have to solely depend on the monthly salaries, so that they have a freedom to do something that they enjoy doing and not because it pays the bills.

The reality...

During the project meeting :

Manager : Any planned leaves before Jan 13th.
Me : No...nothing planned yet.
Manager : You must have some plans...
Me : No.
Manager : 31st night party maybe...
Me : Thats a weekend.
Manager : Oh okay. Still you must be having some plans. I am assuming two days off for you. So that makes it 15 working days for you.

I come out of the meeting room thinking if I really look like a party animal. The manager didn't allocate leaves for anybody else.

THE REALITY :

Me : Everybody is goin out on Chrismas-New Year week. Why aren't we going anywhere!!
Db : Hmm. Lets plan something.
Starts searching for holidays in makemytrip.com...
Me : How much will that cost?
Db : 30...at least that is.
Me : And where are we with the saving for the new car and the house interiors?
Db : We have hardly got anything.
Me : Lets open that excel sheet and see where we stand with our savings.

After half an hour...
Me : What we can do is call some friends over on the 31st, order some good food and get some drinks. We can play monopoly through the night. Sasta, Sundar and Mazboot...what say!!!

Db nods sleepishly...

Moral of the story : People are not necessarily what they look like.

Saree tales...

It all started when we decided to attend the wedding of one of Db's friend. I think it will be odd to turn up in a salwaar kameez when everybody else would be draped in sarees. Hence has started my saree hunt. Much to the why-do-you-need-to-do-this attitude from Db and to the twinkling eyes of the MIL who believes I do not wear saree enough .

During my numerous visits to my sasural, I have been a lot of times asked to start wearing saree to office once in a while...on the pretext that I should know how to drape sarees and pratice how to carry them all day.

My question is WHY? What's so great about wearing a saree and how does it take anything from anybody who dosen't wear them?
Yes I do like to wear them at times, may be just for a change, yet I do not like it when it comes as an compulsion to me...when I am judged on whether I wear them or not.
I always believed that sarees are so overrated.
I mean salwaar kameezes are supposed to hide more skin than sarees, to some extend wearing a jeans and kurta would also show lesser skin. Yet there is a certain notion that the elder generation has, that we ought to wear sarees to occasions.
The logic that Indian women are supposed to look their best in saree doesn't go down well with me.

I think these things were invented only to add more trouble to the women folk. While saree shows more skin and to add to it is so difficult to carry, yet people insisted women to wear them since they just wanted them to put more effort. Or may be the women in the older generation had nothing else to do in life, so they used to drape sarres and carry them all day just for timepass.
The logic is similar why we women are expected to wear sindoor, mangalsutra, toe rings and bangles to show that we are married, while men have nothing of that sort. How biased is that???

Yet these are things that have been carried since generations, and are difficult to challenge and change.

Moving on...

Today is when I breathe my last on SG-Land, and then I move on...

Not that switching jobs is something new to me, but this time its different. This time I am more anxious, more nervous. May be its something do with my years of experience. I think i am at a more vunerable situation now when one wrong decision can screw up my carrier for a long time to come. So the fear of the unknown is more...way more this time.

I would be jobless, unemployed for the next three days...a normal housewife with no paycheque and no insurance. So I intend to watch a lot of movies, go for shopping...basically drain out my husband's bank balance. Isn't that what housewife's are supposed to do!!!


Shopping reminds me.
I had done this little online shopping on a chinese website, and despite of the fact that I ordered the largest size that they had it would still not fit me. Lets not forget that chinese sizes are obviously samller than that of Indians. Determined to fit into it some day, I have finally achieved my goal. Though I am not sure if I lost weight or the dress expanded due to numerous trials.

What do you think???
I think I look pretty darn good.

Back to work...err...No Work

I am finally back to Bangalore after 10 days...

Not that I would consider in-laws visiting as my ideal holiday idea, yet one has to agree that Db was born at a picninc spot. His hometown is so picturesque, full of mountains and rivers and waterfalls and leeches too.
But sadly I am not the daughter of the place, I am the daughter in law. And its a priviledge that I have been excused from wearing saree all the time unlike all the other bahus do...they wear a saree with a ghungat.

If I would have been born in the same place I would have probably jumped in to the waters, play till I get pnemonia, get cured, crawled back to it, play till I got pnemonia again, cure myself again and crawled back to the waterfall yet again. And with the mountains, I would have probably gone on a montain climbing/trekking spree till I would have managed to unfurl a flag with my name on every single mountain a pair of eyes could reach...which would easily be a couple of hundreds.

But sadly its not my Mayka. That's my sasural, and this thought itself is scandalizing. Sulk!!!

Nevertheless, the good part is Db finally managed to click some descent pictures of me. Oh haven't I told you...in my previous birth I had happened to break a very expensive and rare Pinhole camera, because of which all cameras in the world conspired to hold grudge against me and never ever give me a decent click. Even my matrimony pics clicked by a professional photographer, and for which I paid a fortune made me look like a baby elephant. And for the similar reason I have shoved away my wedding album to a place where where even cockroaches can't find it.
So I consider it as a great achievement that after three years and more, Db was finally able to click some pics which we both with mutual consent considered as descent. Applaud!!!

Now that I am back, and its my last week in this office...I have nothing to do here that can be remotely considered as work. So sitting all wella after a long time or as my dear collegues would like to put it as...this is my honemoon period.

So honeymooning I am...

Itni khushi...

One of the best compliments in the best possible way found me last evening.

I was waiting at the reception of Db's office sitting beside a guy who seemed to have come for an interview. I took up a newspaper to read some bollywood gossip to kill time. This guy called me to ask...

'Fresher???'
Me : sorry...
Interview right !
Me : No...waiting for someone.

Nevertheless I was mentally doing a victory dance for being called a fresher.

Kya karen !!! Meri twacha se meri umr ka pata hi nahin chalta...

Who do you blame for your misery???

Actually, thats quite a shortcut, blaming somebody else for our plight. We spend more time trying to find somebody to blame things on, than trying to find a solution to the problem.
But does that help...wouldn't it help to look within???

I have been blaming too many people in my team for being unprofessional, due to few such people the work pressure has been ever increasing. But the fact is I haven't been working too hard to find a solution to it either. Neither did I give it all to change the attitude of the people around, nor did I try to find a way to escape all of it by finding myself a new job. So, who do I have to blame...nobody but myself.
Introspect always helps...it drives you to find solutions.
But somehow I find this to be a rare practice among others. While I always tend to blame myself for most of my problems, most of the time I come across people who always try to find others to blame.

So how does it feel when somebody holds you responsible for his/her misery...
Fortunately or unfortunately, I wouldn't know...I somehow find no pleasure by being rude, or giving tension to others. So most of the time, I'd take pain myself, just because I don't want to pass it to others. But you know...I have been enough such phases in life where I realized that going out of your way to help others actually doesn't help. Someday, it has to come to an end...and when it does, all the good that you did is conveniently forgotten and people paint you grey and carry back only the bitterness just because you finally decided to prioritize yourself over others.

Whats the point in trying to make me feel guilty...
I would never abandon anybody while they are vulnerable, I would be the first one to offer you my hand during times of misery. Haven't I done that before !!! Now that I have decided to pull my hand back, that's because I am sure you can swim on your own...and also because you must learn to swim on your own to become a skilful swimmer.

Assumptions

The post is triggered by a random discussion with the BA (Business Analyst) on the bullet point in the functional spec which said 'Assumptions'. The points under this heading seemed outrageous to me...
'We cannot assume such things'
'Yes we can', he argued. 'To anything we can't find logic to, we assume them'

As much as this was a HAIN!!!!! moment for me, but yes I do certainly agree to his definition of assumption...at least with respect to life.

As a kid and a teenager I had my own set of weird assumptions, things I look back and go 'Me..Really!!!'. Things which had no logic, no prior experience to infer such, but yet strongly believed and adhered to. Lemme list down a few :

1. Any guy driving a bullet is essentially a Gunda. But the vice versa is not true, all Gundas do not have bullets, even the scooter, luna or even bicycle driving ones can be equally menacing. You can't afford to be either friends nor enemies with them...so just smile and wave girls!!!

2. All guys who are dark (not wheatish...dark) are smokers.

3. Any guy who is a good dancer is a flirt. So you know not to get ideas when he tries to strike a conversation with you or wants to have a dance with you. On the contrary, guys with two left feet are the ones you should target...they are the ones with a heart of gold.

4. Only the village belles pleat their hair, the smarters would rather keep their hair loose no matter how untidy they look.

5. People who say 'Yes' are villagers, who say 'Ya' are wannabes and the ones who say 'Yeah' are the ones who have completed the evolution cycle to smartness.

6. Its fashionable to announce 'Shit!!! I didn't study a thing' before the exams, 'Oh it went horrible !!!' post-exam and declare a 'I donno what he was smoking while correcting my papers !!!' when the results are out and you pass.

And the final one...this one while I was a tod :

7. Its not we that grow up, its the clothes that shrink in size. So you gotta store your favorite dresses carefully, when they become too small, you can make your dolls wear them.

What an end to this year

Cold, cough and fever. What an end to this year...
I haven't been to office ince last two days, and mostly not going tomorrow also. And what the hell...I am al alone at ome watching back to back episodes of CID.
I had such a terrible chest pain today that I almost thought I had an attack.

It all started with my sudden fascination to belly dancing. I downloaded the tutorial videos from youtube and started with the basic stretching exercises. The body pain and the sneezing started almost immediately. The rest of the issues started the next day.

With my vaccation to my hometown Rourkela getting cancelled, and such a deterioting health, it can't get any worse this new year. :{{