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Yani has competition Yani ki? Yawnny.

Zindagi ka Suffer -Su and me cause GMTA afterall!

Her who asked me why i was irritating her. Anybody who beats their children or children. Wailers. Transcribing. PCs. stuff presently want to kill or find an alternative to.

a)Thank you for encouraging to write b)Aaron Eckhar(d)t? -Quietly watch thank you for smoking /erin brockovich or dark knight ma.    Don't indulge in self torture! c)Yey to replying to my tag!

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Jobless is still visibly upset and understandably ( I've still not managed to get his phone number though, my sources have slowed down) Bhai has a temper! WHOA! yet again,quite understandable. His and her blogs are being missed Hers will be soonly too. (always wonder when people spell words like how the title is spelt...)

We had (and still have) a table (a high one) where Si and me used to climb and pretend we were in the gulf war and rescuing the person who was down. We had small buckets and thread (or was it naada?) tied to it.We used to let it down and say we are giving good water to those poor people (we used to take turns to be the victim and the Saviour).We had other additions to the game too,cannot remember them yet. I do not think i am as aware of news as i was back then. And i must admit we sisters had the most innovative games on earth! Observation:Stress makes me think of all fun memories i have. Its a good thing.

for the first time ever i want more hours in a day..more energy ....atleast till the end of the week. there is so much to do. i wish i had clones. i wish more people were around. no,i just wish i was faster in the work i do.that would suffice. and yes more hours,always helpful.

This has been a long pending post; I probably even have some drafts stored but no clear memory of it. The city of the famed golden temple, the historically important jallianwala bagh and the capital for the Sikh religion. (No points for guessing, unless you are some foreigner) High seated rickshaws (just like the ones you find in Calcutta), Auto rickshaws which are the equivalent of Hyderabadi seven seaters in terms of size. Over enthusiastic people. Roads with no traffic sense whatsoever (a very small town version of Hyderabad traffic). Hotels that reside in archaic buildings. Tandoors sold at the road side in a size range that reminded me of the cauldron shop in HP. Houses that made me think 'So this is where ekta kapoor got inspired fort portraying sizes of middle class houses'. Our three bed roomed flat with all its junk would fit into the halls of all the houses I visited (or just saw).Even the smallest house we went to was huge!! I have never seen any other city or town w...

Ahahana pellanta Sreevaariki premalekha Vivaha bhojanambu Rendu rellu aaru Padamati sandhya raagam Hai hai nayaka Chantabbai and more whose names i confuse with others. Seek help from fellow watcher and the big J's fan. Si! Still struggling to complete my collection of Jandhyalas movies. (The negre of comedy being the first priority)

I am a crazy person. :) Totally totally crazy. Crazy to the point that i think crazy is the best way to be. Presently of course,i am also a happy drug dealer. (of kind of drugs)

I'm sure we all have had our own 'strange' teachers at some given point of life! I was filling some form few months ago (actually this happens to me everytime i feel a blank for 'birthmark') Teachers can be so strange at times. -3rd standard i was punished for doing my homework,because my teacher though i could not write in running hand.She thought my mom did my homework. -5th standard-I was punished again for doing my homework. My teacher thought my handwriting was too nice to be mine (it is different thing that i did not think very highly of my handwriting).She thought my sister did my homework. Until of course on the parents-teachers meet one of senior told her that my sister had too bad a handwriting (i controlled my laughter thinking of how my loverly sister would react when she heard that) -8th standard (or was it 9th)-My teacher complained to my mom that i never smiled in class (I almost laughed to her face when she said this,because she used punish people in...

Roy- its a phase you WILL get past it.I promise you. Rika- Velapan isn't a movie but thank you for allowing me the word. DKP- I only smile when i think of you.You are one of the most philosophical people i have ever known but i like you the way you are. Thank you. Mad eye- I do care. About anything you say. Please know that even if i do not keep telling you that. My lovely MiGC junta-Thank you for being there for Roma. and last but not the least Argentinum - I miss you terribly. Do not comment on it.I rather not talk about it.It will make me feel worse. I wish you all the luck int he world.

These days i smile a lot.I am making a habit of it. It used to be a very good habit of mine once. I smile because i deserve to. I realised somethings in my few days 'off' blogging. I do not (and i wonder if i can or ever will) blog about issues which are very very dear to my heart. I tried asking my self why.One major answer lies in S.N actually. We (S.N.Schoolers) talk so much that writing about it seems in vain. Of course there is that one lot that works and talks. I want to be there latter kind or even better the third kind,only practicing and no preaching (ideally!!) I have strong opinions about women,sanitation,treating children right,treating old people right (even if they were villains all their lives),smoking. My stand on these things changed a little after my college years (college and univ).But i still have strong opinions about them. Another thing i would like to think i know a little more than the average are movies and television. But i know they are better people....

Today's fortune: The heart is wiser than the intellect another orchut thing. Why is it a fortune patha nahi but i feel like this presently...probably due to my several addictions,probably because of other reasons. But point is...presently...my heart feels wiser than my intellect.

How can you wake up when you have not/never slept? These free things/offers always come at a cost.

this is how it feels like,i almost forgot. except this is not a term paer,internal,assignment,project. hmmm well,maybe a project i guess.

'at this movement we have very good team at top of prime minister' sigh,i try not to make a language based biased,and then land up working with such sentences.sigh! forgive me!

The past holds the key to such darkness.(background music:dad dad dad dad da daaan).Its mystery takes time to unfold in front of us.History often repeats itself.But sometimes it is best if it does not (background music:crickets like in the night). (Flute Playing smoothly in the background).This was one such weekend.The weather outside was perfect,not hot not cold.Just perfect.This is the story of three friends and their weekend.A weekend that changed their lives forever.They would never be the same people again.Alas! Little did they know what awaited them.In fact,they life changed by the time sunday came. All they wanted was a quiet relief from their professions,two from the mostly over buzzing and sometimes low IT industry and the third a doctor of a kind.They had met after a gap of few months.They started of the day by lazing around and general comical chatter.Then after trying to find something interesting enough to watch on t.v (they finally made up their mind to turn couch potatoe...

I like my navy blue and white colour toothbrush.

The great tragedy of Science - the slaying of a beautiful hypothesis by an ugly fact. - Thomas H. Huxley courtesy:HrshnChkrvrthy

Life is extraordinarily unpredictable. Yoyo quit her job today to join one in Mumbai. Mumbai! somewhere she DID not want to go (for reason not very clear to me) but i'm happy for her. To imagine if she was willing to go to mumbai in the first place,my life would be different. I would be in a different place,a different job perhaps a different state of mind. I would be into advertising and probably wanting to quit.I would never know actually and coming to think of it i do not quite care. Life is extraordinarily unpredictable. That is what i like about it. If you told me a month ago i would be working with V.P and KKM i would have laughed at your face. Now i am.

So i wanted to blog.But its really late and my brain is dead except for nonsense. So i picked this from a blog i just started reading. I wanted to put another one(tag)..but not in the mood for it.maybe some other time. My oldest memory : My maternal tata playing with me,st. sai school where this one fair kid used to cry everyday of school,i always wondered why,travelling from mama's to ammamma's perennially ,egg incident, tata passing away..many more...all this when i was 2-4years old. 10 years ago : Attending Bamma's funeral ceremony.Also got really angry with a certain stupid school mate regarding a combined project (that impression of her never changed after that).Baseball.Music. My first thought today morning : Hmmm ..Can't seem to remember it. you built a time capsule today what would it contain? Life,People,Movies,Music,books,camera,pencil and paper. This year : I started loving life after a sabbatical.I realised how insane i can get. About the coming pa...

Icy saw 'shop around the corner' and loved it I finally saw 'it's a wonderful life' and loved it. I love that i love movies.