2. Share 7 things about you.
3. Spread the love and honour.
4. Award and contact 7 recently discovered bloggers.
Firstly I would like to thank both of you for kicking me in my bums and forcing me to think about myself. My life is in a rut these days and what can be better than a little bit of introspection to make it more meaningful. Secondly, I am a little shy to write such posts. Both of you have given me a wonderful opportunity to share my likes and dislikes with the other bloggers. 🙂
1. I am one of the biggest foodie I know and a rather finicky one at that. I prefer staying hungry to eating tasteless food. Quantity wise my food intake is very modest but I love going to different restaurants and trying different cuisines. I have a very hard time maintaining my waistline because of this.
2. I don’t remember when but long ago I was diagnosed with a rare form of OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder). Trust me. I can drive the people around me mad. Everything has to be in its proper place- the shampoo bottle which I always keep on the right hand side the shelf, my shoes which always go in the bottom most shelf of the rack, my hairpins which are always placed in a bag in the middle shelf of my wardrobe. Even if the files are not in appropriate folders in my laptop I miss out on a good night’s sleep. Nothing irks me more than people fidgeting with my stuff.
3. People often have to bear the brunt of my very erratic mood-swings, not something that I am proud of. I can be the best person you have ever known and also the worst. I try to be pleasant to everyone but when gripped with anger I often tend to say mean and spiteful things that hurt the people around me. However, never have I shied from saying sorry when I have owed someone a heart-felt apology.
4. I hate all kinds of animals- pets, the ones which are caged in the zoo or the ones which appear on cute little cards and ask you to smile and have a good day. Even the miniature dogs and cats which fit into tiny mugs and receive an ” Oh my God! Cho chweet” from all and sundry fail to amuse me. My house is strictly a no pet zone.
5. I love travelling and meeting new people. Pack me in a car, take me to a place I have never seen before and you’ll find me beaming from ear to ear.
6. If you ever hear a person talking incessantly about random stuff that doesn’t make much sense just look around. You might get a chance to meet me! I am a chatterbox by birth. I can go on and on. When not in a good mood I prefer to have some alone time.
7. I am a confused and indecisive soul. I just can’t make up my mind about the things I want. I was unable to settle on a name for this blog. I changed it once and I have a good time to change it again. My plans for my future alter every minute. Basically, I need to get a hold of myself.
So, those were seven thing about myself that I could think of. 🙂 🙂
And now I would like to spread the love and pass on the tag to seven other bloggers.
Ajay ( Until You Came)
Bikramjit (Me and My Random Thoughts)
Chatterbox (The Dialogue)
Deboshree (Saddi Dilli)
Pixie (MyTakeOnEverything )
Punam (Dreamz Forever)
Smita (Books Life and More)
I rise above the ground and start floating in the sky. The air is cool and crisp and the magnificent blue of the sky is spotted with stray clouds which are connected to each other by a colourful lace. I hop on to one of the clouds and feel the wind brushing against my cheeks. A few trees appear magically out of nowhere and the flowers on them fill the air with their scent. The birds start humming a soft tune which reverberates in the space around me. It’s delightful. I lie down on the cottony cloud and relax.
Suddenly a short and sharp sound comes crashing through the clouds. Ting Tong! I ignore it. It happens again. Ting Tong! I open my eyes and find myself in my bedroom, tucked inside my sinful blanket. The clock tells me that it’s seven o’clock in the morning. I try to gather my thoughts. “Hadn’t the Sleep Goddess sent her minions to guide me through the labyrinths of my subconscious?”, I ask myself. Yes. But as it turns out some wretched and insensitive human being has decided to sabotage my tour by ringing that goddamn bell.
With eyes heavily laden with sleep, a mind replete with incongruous thoughts and a mouth more than willing to dole out a collection of choicest expletives from the urban lexicon I amble across the room towards the main door. Argh! The peephole is inaccessible to me and the tiny stool purchased for the sole purpose of adding a few inches to my height on such occasions is nowhere to be seen. “Why can’t they place it a wee bit lower”, I mumble, “how hard is it for people to squat for a couple of seconds? Or why can’t they have two instead of one to cater to everyone’s needs”. I stand on my toes like a skilled ballerina. My right eye meets the peephole and I look into the corridor. It’s empty. A few newspapers and milk packets are lying on the floor but their takers are nowhere in sight. “Why would anyone do that? Ring the bell at seven o’clock in the morning and then disappear! What has this world come to! People! I tell you….” My train of thoughts comes to a halt. I find myself at a loss of words and realize that I am too sleepy to curse mankind for ruining my Saturday morning.
I walk groggily towards my room, tuck myself inside the sinful blanket and prepare myself to get lost in the lanes and bylanes of my subconscious once again. But the tour guides have vanished. Alas! They are probably bowing in servitude before the Sleep Goddess, taking orders to indulge another pampered little princess in some other part of the world.
I stare at the walls. The sunlight filtering through the peach coloured curtains lends a rosy tint to my room. However, the morning does not seem rosy anymore.
I get frustrated, almost cynical, when I start talking about the traffic in Bangalore or the heavily chlorinated water which gushes out of the tap every morning. The air pollution makes me nauseated and a million vehicles, all honking in unison, make my ear drums ache. Having spent most of my life in a small city, the hustle bustle of a city as big as Bangalore always leaves me a little lost. I complain incessantly about the buses that always seem to be bursting with office goers and the auto walas who ask you to part with a mini fortune for taking you to place barely two kilometres away. However, comes the month of July, bringing with it cool, crisp winds and cloudy skies, and my soul starts dancing with merriment. No matter how burdened my mind is with house hold chores and office work a blast of the fresh, monsoon air is all it takes to melt my worries away. I love the climate of Bangalore and monsoons make it all the more delightful.
What is it about this season which pleases me so much?
Monsoons are a treat for my senses, natures own sweet way of giving me a cost-free full body massage (who wants to spend thousands of rupees in a commercial spa anyway?).
The touch of the rain on my skin makes me ecstatic. A rain drop gently hits my face as I walk down the road and I look at the sky with anticipation, waiting for the clouds to explode. And after a few minutes, when they do, I become a mischievous seven year old girl once again. A soft whiff of air caresses my face and makes me beam from ear to ear. The feeling I get when my hands are wrapped around a mug of hot coffee cannot be conveyed through words.
The pitter patter of the rainfall creates a music so enchanting that it always leaves my ears wanting for more. Whenever the wind makes a swishing sound I find myself bending over the railing to listen to what they have to say. The leaves that brush against each other and whisper a secret message always leave me wonder struck.
I adore the rainy season for the myriad scents it carries. In the evening as I make my way towards home a waft of air heavily laden with the aroma of spices enters my nostrils and I know that pakodas are being deep fried in one of the neighbouring apartments. The fragrance of freshly brewed coffee never seems as alluring as it does in this season. I often find myself sauntering towards the nearest coffee shop even when a heavy load of work awaits me in the office. And what can I say about the scent of drenched earth. Every morning I stand in my balcony and take a generous dose of this earthy smell. Saying that it transports me to heaven and leaves me in a trance would be an understatement.
The recently washed flora with glistening leaves and vibrant flowers is a sight to behold. I almost giggle with childlike excitement when I watch tiny buds tossing their heads with all their might each time the wind blows a tad too strong. The trees, which sway from side to side and do a little jig of theirs, are such a pleasure to watch. The green on the plants is so delightfully fresh that I don’t mind staring at it for hours at a stretch. Nature, on the whole, seems bejeweled. The tiny raindrops on the leaves seem like little drops of emeralds; the ones on the crimson flowers, rubies. The entire spectacle is supremely majestic and yet so soothing. It relaxes my eyes immensely and makes them strain free.
At this time of the year my diet plans conveniently take a back seat as I wipe off plates full of oily samosas and pakodas one after the other. No amount of low-calorie salads and sandwiches can satiate my appetite for aloo parathas with dollops of rich butter, gulab jamuns soaked in sugar syrup and kachodis with tangy, green chutney. My taste buds spring to life at the mere thought of a buttery donut oozing steaming hot chocolate sauce or a cup of piping hot Cuppuccino making its way towards my lips. (I can feel a blast of moisture inside my mouth right now!) For the few moments that these culinary delights stay on my tongue I experience an indescribable bliss.
This season renders me nostalgic and rekindles the memories of my childhood days. Sometimes I picture my mother with her hands dipped in the pakoda batter as I sit perched on the kitchen platform yelling “Why do you have to dip your fingers in this thing? It’s so messy. Why can’t you use a spoon instead?” It has been a couple of years since I last spent a rainy evening with my mother and those delicious pakodas have still not been successfully replicated. I guess you just can’t do it with a spoon. Quite often I reminisce about those carefree days when I used to jump from one puddle to the other, splashing water on either sides each time I did so, much to the chagrin of my mother. Those innumerable games played with friends and siblings will always be etched in my mind. The joy of not attending school on account of a “rainy day” can never be forgotten.
Monsoon is the time when Nature dons its finest attire and glows like a shimmering creek. I find myself awestruck by its charm.
The minuscule drops, the lush green trees, the windy skies- all take on the responsibility of serving mankind. My senses never feel as pampered as they do in the rainy season.
I might crib about the heavy traffic and crowded buses in Bangalore but I can never thank it enough for the beautiful gift it gives me at this time of the year.
Linda sat with her husband, Victor, at the dinner table and cast a glance at him
from the corner of her eye. Her eyes became narrower as she tried suppress the storm that was raging inside her since morning. She gently patted her forehead with the napkin to wipe off the tiny beads of sweat that formed on her temples again and again despite the temperature of the room being just fine. She forced her lips to arc into a smile lest her pale, deathly face alarm her husband. Her excitement was unfathomable. She took a deep breath to calm herself down worried that her pounding heart would give away the secret that it had so faithfully guarded for such a long time.
Victor sat at the dinner table with the confidence of a man who was aware of what he wanted from the world and knew how to get it. His dark black hair were neatly combed back to reveal a face that always wore a formidable expression that forced his peers to fear him. His immaculate dressing sense had always earned him a soft spot in every woman’s heart in town. The smell of success and prosperity oozed from every cell on his skin. It was a smell that made his well wishers proud and his enemies, nauseated.
Victor looked up from his plate and smiled at his wife. “Darling, will you please refill my glass with wine?”
Linda took the glass silently and went to the bar with that smell still lingering in her nostrils. Her mind was in a state of chaos. If only she had loved him more, if only he hadn’t been so rich, if only he hadn’t signed the will the previous week she would have let him stay alive. Her hands quivered as she fished a vial of poison from her pockets and emptied it into her husband’s drink.
Victor took a sip of the wine and smiled at his wife. “Darling, it has been a long time since we last met grandma. Do you want to pay her a visit tomorrow?”
“Tommorow!”, Linda exclaimed. A malicious glow spread across her face. “We’ll see, Honey, we’ll see. After all, tomorrow is another day”.
Shared at: Carry on Tuesday
A gigantic projector screen.
An office auditorium packed with employees.
A crowd that went ballistic every time the ball crossed the boundary.
A crowd that jumped with joy every time we took a wicket.
Pepsi, popcorn, chips, chocolates.
Passion, excitement, joy, delight.
A game well-played.
A match brilliantly won.
And now only a lap to run.
Before our dreams are fulfilled.
Before we get the golden cup
In which our nation’s heart lies.
For the past few days Super Moon has been the buzz word in town. All and sundry shared their thoughts on this rare astrological phenomenon with each other, discussing whether or not they would be able to witness that majestic scene once again. People climbed onto their rooftops with their Nikon DSLR and telescopic lens to capture the breathtaking view. And in the midst of all this excitement I made a new discovery for which I might just receive a prize in the near future 😉 .
A few weeks back the AC in our office broke down and everyone opened the windows thus inviting the members of the rodent family to come and settle down in our office. Ever since then these vermin have made our office their permanent abode and have established a unique man rodent co-existence paradigm which is rarely found in a corporate environment.
These mice are unique in many ways. For starters, they are getting accustomed to living in air-conditioned rooms which distinguishes them from other plebeian mice, ones that thrive in gutters in sewers. The Super Mice nibble on LAN cables, telephone wires, pendrives, CPU cabinets, hard disks, laptop chargers and CD cases. Their diet has convinced me that these super mice will eventually evolve into a technologically advanced species that is capable of data storage, wireless communication and super fast computation. A time will come when the optical mouse will be replaced by the super mouse. We will no longer left-click or right-click but will pinch the tail of the super mouse.
So, Dell, HP, HCL, Logitech and all the other companies that manufacture computer mouse, beware. My super mouse is here to give you all a run for your money. 🙂