Innovations...phew!!!

More and more meetings to find innovations at work going nowhere.

I think we rae moving too fast. While I feel the team is not ready for innovations, we need improvements here. Improvements, which would eventually build the platform to introduce innovations.

Currently, we pitch in with an overdose of ideas, but we fail to implement them. Very similar to, as they say its easier to achieve success but difficult to maintain it at the top. Other than just one we have failed miserably to implement any of the innovations we started, only because the team is not ready to accept and participate in the changes.

Yes, I believe before we flood ourselfs with innumerous ideas and innovations, lets try to look within ourselves and think...'are we ready???' Instead lets try to make a more committed, sportive and interested team first.

They say the team works the best when the word 'I' is reduced to minimum. I cannot help but take myself as the example of the Frankestine's monster in the team.
When I joined a year back, I was brimming with ideas. I genuinely wanted to make a difference, a motivated team member. I stand here today, a year passed, demotivated so much so that I feel like just a necessary furniture in a house. I do have chances now to take up the changes and start afresh, but I am just not interested anymore.

Why??? Find the answer to this and all your questions are answered.
That would be a good change to start with.

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.

Snippets

@lifestyle.

Me : **Picking up two handbags** So which one do you like?
Db : **Hardly bothering to look** Niether.
Some giggling teenagers around : **What else!!! Giggle uncontrollably**

Men...Phew!!!

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. :{{

My year revisited - 2010 is coming to an end

Another week, and the year is gone by.
Its been a quite happening year, many major decisions taken, many events that affect life forever and the bitter taste of how compromises feel like.

Let me pen them down, the major events of 2010

The job switch : 8th Feb, I decided to call it quits, I quit my job and joined here. I was quite skeptical about this job profile and intended only to stay till I get a better offer. But I did end up staying here despite of the crappy project and team and outdated technologies. Why??? probably I would be able to answer that next year.

Bhai gets a job : After more than a year of hardship, Bhai finally landed with a job at HCL. It not only boosted his confidence, and brought an end to misery of the entire family which made us all lose sleep for all these days, but also fixed most of his issues in his personal life as well...or so I'd like to believe.

Db's Australia trip : Db visited Australia for work, and stayed almost 3 months. We got to have a taste of singlehood again, yet it was necessary not just because we needed the money that came from it...also to realize that we do not want to stay away from each other for such a long time ever again.

We bought a house : A decision that affected us like never before. To buy this house of our dreams, We took up a home loan for 40 lakhs, which we are paying up each month. Most of our savings are gone and we find ourselves cutting on many little things that we desire. But as they say, you cannot have everything...to gain something, you have to lose something else.

A realization : I realized eventually that being polite and nice doesn't help. This is one trait that could make you proud of yourself, but the world doesn't need it. You could probably do things for people considering them as your duty towards them, or empathizing on their situation but the feeling also has to be mutual. It can't be one-sided. I somehow don't find the reflection of my empathy on the other side, which makes me feel I am being taken advantage of. All was well, till I started getting uncomfortable of the fact that my kindness is being taken as my weakness/ foolishness. I am not a fool, its just that I cannot bring myself to hurt people who matter or should matter. But clearly now that the feeling is not mutual. So its time to take a stand and get as selfish as I can get.

And finally : Its my maid who triggered it, though she is not the only one...she was just the final nail in the coffin.

Maid : Didi...why don't you consider expanding your family?

Me: We have enough responsibilities now, lets finish them off first. Then probably we'd have time to think about ourselves.

Maid : Hmm...(she understands!!!) But you should think about yourself also naaa. A kid will bring happiness to both of you.

Me : Achaa...and who'd take care of that happiness??? We are both too busy with our jobs. I cant quit mine...we need the money that comes from it.

Maid : Main hoon naa (Aila SRK!!! After cooking, cleaning and dusting...she wants to extend her services to baby sitting). I'll handle everything, you don't worry at all.

Hmm!!! Maidy dear, you were the only one who was pending to coax me into it. And now that my parents, Db parents, my relatives, Db's relatives, our neighbours, my parents neighbours, Db's parents neighbours, my collegues, Db's collegues, the neighbouring cats, dogs, cows, mosquitoes, cockroaches and at last my maid also wants it...I finally give up.

Next year its is...now will you puhleeeze stop bothering me!!!

foggy at bangalore

At 7 in the morning, my alarm shoots. I have oiled my hair last night to have a hair wash today. The last two days have been quite sunny so I expected it to be the sasme today. I open the balcony door and 'Shit !!!' I go.
Db wakes up to it 'What's wrong?' he queries
'Come and have a look.'
He walks up to the balcony and 'Wow !!!' he goes.
'What's wow about it??'
'What's shit about it???'
'I have to wash my hair'
'Your problem, I told you so'

What we saw outside the balcony was a rare scene ion Bangalore. At least I havent seen it in the three years that I have been here.

And given below are more pictures of the fateful day. Db handed me his phone to click pictures around while he was driving. Wish he'd be half that enthusiastic to click my pictures. Sigh!!!

The Ejipura Signal

The inner ring road

The EGL campus

The Diamond District (Db's office)

I changed the blog header picture

Now this is what features in my blog title. I hung the picture here in order to keep track in case I happen to change the picture again.

Db wasn't too impressed by it.

He believed this picture doesn't depict me in any way. Contrary to the image of this woman walking carefully in a beach, he visualises me as someone who would be jumping and splashing around...basically creating nuisance.

We tried to find pictures on keywords like 'impulsive' or 'unpredictable' kinds...but niether caught our attention.

So be it for the time being.

It backfired...

Always believed a developer’s job is way tougher than any of the BA's and QA's.
I have been actively involved with testing as well in my previous projects, and I realized the biggest challenge with testing is to try and keep yourself interested. With this, Db has ever been criticizing that I do not respect the job that others do, while only giving credibility to my own job.

I beg to differ. It’s not that I do not give any integrity to testers and BA's, it’s just that I feel their's is a job even I can do, and to some extend I do as well...as a developer we do have a descent domain knowledge and we are involved in testing as well, maybe not as profoundly as the specialized people with the corresponding designations, but certainly if need be, I can with some effort fill in their shoes. But can a BA or a tester do what a developer can...can they solve technical issues or develop modules like us!!!
Yet, particularly in this project, I am amazed to see how BA's and testers behave as our bosses just because one provides us requirements while the other is supposed to review and find faults with what we have developed. They have to be spoonfed with everything from starting their servers, to creating their paths as well as cleaning up old data from their databases. Blasphemous!!!

Yes, I did try to bring about some changes in the team, to be able to change their mindsets and reduce the dependencies on the developers. I was even successful to some extend despite having very limited support from people in the team who were resistant to change. With the inclusion of some more new people, things were fairly smoother.

Yet, I am cribbing.

Because, I find the responsibilities of the change all coming to me while the credit is going to others.I was all game for the inclusion of the TestOlympics in the team. It would help us in the long run to identify more bugs and deliver bug free applications. But because I was game for it, I was assigned the task to prepare the platforms for 6 domains, I even participated in the game to raise bugs and now that we have 52 bugs just by including 30% of the application for the scope of the game, the BA’s happily raised them in the Bug tracking tool and assigned them to me. While the hard work is all mine the credit goes to somebody else.

How can we expect people to be proactive in continous improvement in the team when very obviously one section of the team is clearly overworked than the other, while the other section enjoys the credit for bringing in the change. With what has come out of the recent event, the developers are much more skeptical of trying anything new...at least I am.

Murphy's law it is

If you have four pairs of socks in a drawer, what is the probability to find a correct pair in four picks?
Mathematically, I don't care...but practically its zero. More so, when its early in the morning and you have to catch a bus to office and you are already late....all the four picks are gonna give you a different sock each time.

For the lesser mortal people like us, the only law that works is the Murphy's law.

La Français

Je me présente.
Mon nom est Mansi. J'ai 27 ans. Je suis un ingénieur. Je suis marié. Mon mari est un ingénieur ainsi. Son nom est Db. J'aime écrire des blogs où je me connecter mes pensées à différentes phases de ma vie. Je déteste la circulation dans Bangalore. Je rêve d'acheter une masion dans Bangalore.

Okay...now that was french. I have been burning my morning sleep on weekends and taking french lessons since almost a month now...and above is most of the french I have learnt till now. To decrypt the above please copy the same here.

Talking about languages, I am well versed with English, Hindi, Oriya, Bengali and to some extend Punjabi too. I like to learn new languages (Je aime apprende nouvelles langues). Yet French is a language I hate (Pourtant, Je déteste français), not just because its a tongue twister but also because what you write is not what you pronounce. Most of the words sound all similar to me and as if you were just blowing air out to somebody.

Yet, it worked...when one of the clients was here recently. He seemed impressed when I spoke in some toota-foota french with him. So, see its worth it!!!

I am a woman...here me roar!!!

I am writing finally, it hurts me a lot having not visited it since almost a month now.
The last few weeks have been crazy. With no exaggeration, there hasn't been any time to pee either. Its different and quite difficult, as I realize now, to be responsible myself for the deadlines. Also I have again started to change things around me, and luckily this time I am not the only person who wants some change and is willing to do something about it.

Among other things, this time around I have been at the recieving end of how women do not and to some extent cannot take their work seriously after a point. I'd be red in face when the women in the team would not turn up for the standup meetings in time most of the days on the pretext that she cooks the meals, or her MIL is here or because her husband was too much in a hurry today to drop her at office and she had to take a bus or an autorickshaw. Come'on now, you have to find a balance...I am a woman too with the all these problems and more, yet I dont create such nuisance.

But issues are more serious now. While one lady in the team is yet again on her maternity leave (3+3 months) while she returned from her last maternity leave only this february...the other one suddenly stopped coming one fine day, Since last 5 fridays, she'd been calling every friday to say that she isn't coming this week because she is expecting.
Sometime last week, while having lunch, my manager expressed his concern on key resources being unavailable as cases like mentioned above. He questioned saying if these are the issues they bring along, tell me why do I hire women in my team...I'd rather hire only men.
With all due respect to his concerns and reasons, and the fact that we women have to at at some point of time have to give importance to family and the carrer has to take a back seat...we cannot take away the fact that they are now not considered as dependable resources any more. And this too not just by the men in the team, but sorry to say for me as well. When the expecting mother is back in the team, I would never find her reliable enough to give priority work to her...at least for another year or so.

I could only reply to my manager 'If everyone starts thinking likewise, who'll give us jobs then!!!'

It bothers me that some day I would be at the recieveing end of this. Some day my team will not find me dependable and I would spend probably a year or two of my career like a vegetable. Yes, I know a lot of people to whom it doesn't matter as long as they draw their monthly salary...but it would certainly matter to me.

The previous generation, that of my mom, I found her judged on looks or how good she cooks or how clean she maintains the house or how cordially she behaves with her inlaws. But I find myself judged on all this and more. In addition people also judge me on my job,my salay my presentaion as a good hostess. The freedom as a woman has increased and with that the criterias for judging us has also increased. That is probably because we are stuck in the middle of the evolution cycle. While we have probably evolved to the other side, yet we still have a older generation to please who are stuck in between.

But its amazing how we claim to be to equal to men while there are still norms in the societe to be followed only by women.
Forget the society, I even stand by it that God Himself has been discriminating between the two sexes, and whatever litlle was left the societe took care of it, so that it would take numerous generations to bring the female species in competetion to the males. Sure, not just the ones who made the norms of the society, even the God who created us humans must have been a man himself.

True, the mentality is fast changing, men are more accomodating now and have lesser male egos, but what is the ratio of such men!!! I still see a bigger ratio of men around, and that too the educated mass who still take huge amount of dowry with pride, who wouldn't let their wifes the freedom to work or to take their own decisions, women getting reduced into cooking machines and baby bearing machines.

Hopefully,the next generation will see less of the social discrimination. Yet, the physical weakness which God chose to give to all women would never change. We as women will still need extra sick leaves every month, we would still have to take maternity breaks.

As simple or as complex as you please...

At the wrong side of twenties, I look back to recall the various problem sets that I came across at various age brackets. And I remember playing the Agony Aunt to all these problems.

I must admit I have had a pretty uncomplicated life, the reason being that I always wanted it that way. I believe I am a very uncomplicated person myself and so are my circumstances and my decisons. So the problems I had to face were mostly things I never had control on...monetary problems, joblessness and a brief heart break(for which I had nobody else but myself to blame...and I accept it with humility).

Disclaimer : I admit I am looking at just one side of the coin, probably the men or the MIL's on the other end have a different version of the story. I am just talking about the problems I have seen around at various phases of life.

During school, I have seen my friends sulk over the classmates/seniors/neighbors they had a crush on...which influenced by the then Bawllywood would magnify into love triangles, quadrangles or polygons. On one such occasion, I remember a friend who was crying her lungs out, since she was supposedly sacrificing her love for her best friend who seemed to have a crush on the same guy...all the while the guy in question was unaware of the feelings of both the ladies. Seems so childish to me now...that I was actually consoling and applauding her for her selflessness!!!
Yes, even I had a crush on several males, including a senior who was a ditto copy of Akshay Kumar...just a tad shorter and a few shades darker may be. My longest crush lasted almost a year on the most intelligent and sharpest guy in my class (intelligence has always appealed me). I remember I used to keep track of his tuition timings and I would stand and wait at the backgate of my house only to watch him pass the main road while going to the tuition classes. But I was always aware that I was never serious about any of these guys and would sooner or later find someone else whom I would find more interesting and the current ones would become history soon. So life was much simpler.

During the late teens, I found myself at the ladies hostel....
The set of problems had gone a tad level higher when the girls were more confident now than at school, and also had a good amount of male attention. This was the time when most of my friends got hooked and then was the time when there were typical teenage and relationship problems on how she expected more male attention that she was already getting, how the boyfriend was being insensitive, or how he wasn't giving enough/expensive gifts unlike the boyfriend of the roommate, on how he forgot her birthday or how they keep arguing on everything under the sun and more blah blah blah.
Me...!!! No boyfriend no problems. Only crushes which would bounce soon.
My problems were mostly monetary when I would have to borrow old books from library because I couldn't buy them, or had to do petty stuff like distributing pamphlets at malls to raise money (though I enjoyed them too) or spend long hours at the computer labs for my projects since we couldn't afford a PC at home. It pisses me off when youngsters with a high end laptop, bikes and mobiles complain about their misery because they don't have a levis jeans. Phew!!! I don't have one till date.

Soon I landed myself in Kolkata with my first job. Now the problems took a more serious angle...how the boyfriend couldn't get himself a job because of the backs he couldn't clear due to the time he wasted with her, how he has changed because he doesn't get her a rose everyday like he used to earlier (What the eff!!!), how her parents are against marrying him because he is from another caste/religion, how he isn't settled (read rich) enough to get married to while she is getting better proposals, how she believes her family culture is different to his and she believes she cannot adjust...
Well...this was the time I started going around with one my family friend, who was a US return, dollar earning, football playing chora. All was well until his mother intervened and wanted to get him married to a more sober village belle who would stay as a housewife, and like an obedient son he said 'Okay Mamma' and got married the girl he hardly knew, within a month after we broke up. My mistake, trusted the wrong guy who didn't have a vertebral column and got myself in a soup.

And then marriage happened and Db happened.
Now I have friends who have more serious problems that makes life miserable. How the MIL is a rude lady, how staying with in laws doesn't give any privacy, how the MIL's are controlling the husband like a remote control, how the husband is a 'Mamma's boy' who still can't let go of his mother's pallu, how the husband doesn't save a penny and spends all the residual money on his parents every month, how despite of having a love marriage love has flown out of the window, how coming from a nuclear family she feels all suffocated in a joint family, how balancing the personal and professional life is getting difficult but she can't quit her job because they need the money that comes from it.
As for me, yes marriage was a bit tough. Day one I woke up to responsibilities. I have always taken pride of the fact that I have never been dependent on anybody, nobody except my parents (and the DB's friend who helped Bhai when he was going through his worst crisis ever) can standup and say that I owe something to them and I would like it to remain the same till I live. But on the other hand, being the youngest in the family even I hadn't taken any responsibility myself. So phat gayee!!! But I believe it's not something I can't deal with or lemme put it another way, I think I can deal with anything that comes my way. **collars up**

But I have met another set of people who have no significant problems to talk about. They are from stinkingly rich families, have a great job, have married the man of their dreams, have accommodating in laws and leading a very easy and comfortable life. So having nothing better to do, they end up creating problems for themselves. How??? Buy a lavish house while you don't need one and start complaining how the monthly EMI's are a pain in the a** and how the in laws are so mean that they won't help pay up the money. Come'on now!!!

I remember something very valuable learnt in the simpler past. That everything is as simple as you please. Even the present.
Now, its for you to figure out what you please.

The Pizza in the making

A very happy diwali to all.

And the long weekend passed by

Hey good folks of the planet...

That was the long weekend that passed giving way to another long weekend for Diwali...and that's the good part.

This long weekend, most of my early morning sleeping time was mercilessly consumed by my french lessons. French, as I would love to hate it is much more tricky than I thought. While they spell it something, they pronounce it something entirely different. What the Eff!!!
Suddenly all this idea of taking French lessons seems so bad to me. But the sad part is, its a 60 hours session...and only 12 hours is completed by now...and considering the fact that its only on weekends, I almost of 2 more months to go...boo hoo hoo!!!

This weekend we also happened to visit the house of one of my most loyal (and perhaps the only one) reader of my blog. His house which he also happens own by paying a hefty price to a premium builder, was as unkept as a haystack. After we finished cleaning the house it eventually stared looking like sweet home and we throughly enjoyed the home on the 15th floor.
Ah !!! I want my house too ASAP.
Oh didn't I tell you the secret I was keeping was the 2BHK apartment I bought from the Purvankara builders. Its called the Purva Skywood located Off Sarjapur Road. The only catch is, its under construction and would be handed over to us only in 3 years.

The office is hauntingly empty today with most of the junta celebrating Diwali in their natives. The cafeteria is echoing while the restrooms are surprisingly very neat. Looks like the world has come to an end and we are the only lone survivers. And then we have this lousy weather where all I can think of is Mom serving me a hot cup of tea with some yummmm pakodas.
But that is not to be. I am to sit here in my lonesome cubicle and having nothing to do.

My calorie day

Day started well with Db joining the club of people who tell me that I seem to have lost weight.

Coming from Db, it was something to be taken into account seriously, since this is the first time he has said something like this. Cho Chweet...Maar Java Gud Kha ke !!!
So lost I have...I believe it!!!

Hadn't packed my b'fast today, so thought should have the minimum caloried idlis but ended up having a dosa. While returning from the ITPL mall, pictured somebody grabbing a choco frappe and the devil got better on me. Carried a choco frappe to my desk much to the wonder of everbody who had complemented me on looking a few pounds lighter yesterday.
Friday is our official team lunch day...but since quite some months I have been getting my lunch nevertheless. But today was an exception...so I had to join the team despite of my intention to have little or no lunch today. Ended up having Thai noodles...why???because it was cheap...v cheap and I could easily distribute it to others!!!
And then my manager proposed to give us an icecream treat. Ah!!! Perfect timing!!! I tried to convince him to postpone it to next week but it did not work. Disregarding my Brahmin genes which drives us to take poison too if it comes for free,I tried to wriggle out of the icecream parlour...but he coaxed me into it(I feel v strongly that he is quite fond of me). So a hot chocolate fudge it was!!!

I am sorry guys...to everybody who gave me this finally-you-seem-to-be-losing-weight kinda encouraging gestures, it doesn't seem to work...it never has and probably never will.

**Sigh**

Back from Sasural

We finally came back from sasural yesterday afternoon.

With the kinda horrific stories I have coming accross from my friends, who seem to to be terribly troubled by MIL's and SIL's...I think I have a got a lot better deal than others in terms of in laws. But its human nature to keep asking for more...

I have basically had a city bred life in a nuclear family, while my in laws are a whole bunch of relatives, closely knit together who seem to have a say over anything and eveything. The lifestyle is far from being like in cities and while my Mum is at the extreme end of cleaniness, my MIL stands at the other extreme end. While inlaws are more into rituals and stuff like that, my family has been pretty much liberal with such things.
It works in certain ways...while my inlaws expect us to be present at most of the occasions where eleborate puja paath and family gettogethers are done, my parents appreciate us when we join them at the new year party at the club. So its easier to divide our stay at both the families...we end up attending the puja during Dussera, Diwali or Rath Yatra at inlaws place and celebrate the New Year and Christmas celebrations with my Dad and Mum.
So convinient!!! And no one is complaining...

And now that we are back...it feels there is no place like Bangalore and no home like the one that you yourself have set up...errr..let's say...messed up.

Among other updates, as I had expected, the release is still not done yet and whether I like it or not eventually I am gonna be a part of this release. Phew!!!

The management seems to have lost the painting that I had submitted for the painting competetion, and niether did I win any prize for the same. So all lose-lose here.

Before leaving for Sasural I could feel a cavity in my upper jaw, Db crosschecked and told me there were two cavities and when I checked with the Dentist yesterday she told me it was three.
So some good painful days coming soon in trying to fix the tooth decay.

A battle lost always

This is one battle I never seem to win, no matter who my opponent is.

Figure this with my Bhabhi on doing any household task :

Bhabhi : Leave it!!! I’ll do it.

Me : No, Its okay..I’ll do it.

Bhabhi : Its okay…you take rest…I’ll do it.

Me : No…Its okay…you take rest…I’ll do it.

Bhabhi : No no no…I’ll do it.

Me : Okay

And the tables turned when I am the Bhabhi :

Me : Leave it!!! I’ll do it.

SIL : No, Its okay..I’ll do it.

Me : Its okay…you take rest…I’ll do it.

SIL : No…Its okay…you take rest…I’ll do it.

Me : No no no…I’ll do it.

SIL : Its okay Bhabhi…you take rest…I’ll do it.

Me : Okay

I wonder why can’t ever win this battle with anyone.

But Pappu can't dance saala...

A little late for this post though. It’s on the annual day dance competition at office.
Not too good, not too bad.

I think all of them were good dancers and I appreciate their courage and sportsmanship of coming on stage. But many of them didn’t know the tricks of the trade.

For a solo dance the trick is to use the stage in order to keep the audience engaged. Also it’s very important to maintain a good energy level on stage…it you sleepwalk through the show, so will the audience. Most of them danced through as if they hadn’t had food since last three days.

Somehow, I am a not so impressed when people take advantage of their classical training in dance. I think that’s giving them undue advantage over people who are not trained and only use their spontaneity on stage. So despite of the fact that I like the classical dance bit in the competition, I would stay away from giving it any credit.

As for the group dance, the trick is synchronization. You need not necessarily have complex steps but you need to coordinate properly, in terms of movements as well as the energy levels that should also be similar in a group…which was very much missing in all the group events. Also to keep the audience interested, you should make as many formations as possible and not just dance at one place.

Sigh!!! Lita yaar!!! How I wish you were here, we could have shown them how exactly you can set the stage on fire. Without my perennial partner, dance is something that looks so alien to me.
Hum bhi toh dikayen ki ball boundry ke bahar kaise jaati hai!!!

This And That...

Its been an eventful week, this one and the last week.

How I wished I could put up a few pics from the 'Retro Dressing' competition at office in my blog. But I won't because somehow in all the pics I look like an overblown baloon.
I have always been aware of the fact that I am a photographer's nightmare, since the day I visited a professional photographer to click my matrimony pics. He was oblidged to click a few good pics of me since I paid him a fortune for the job. I saw him struggling to get me friendly to the camera but the end result was still me looking like a baby elephant.
Db maintains that he selected my photo to meet up because he believed since I being myself so huge I wouldn't reject him, he himself being 92 kgs back then.
But sad...I could never ever have any good pics.

I am participating in the painting competition today, I hope my painting wins something at least...its not too bad I believe, coming from a self trained painter.

We have a release next Wednesday and I am so happy I wouldn't be around then. Though going to Sasural is not the ideal holiday I would want, but I am happy with anything that keeps me away from this release. Its going to be real messy this time, so 'if you cant face it, escape it'.
Though escaping it was not actually my plan. The release was to be done on 25th September, and I had planned my holidays well after that and booked my tickets well in advance. I am not really to be blamed if the release dates kept postponing.
You know what!!! I have a gut feeling that the release would still be pending when I return on the 26th.

Okay anyway, headed to the homeland state in two days...and hopefully will have a few good pics to update.