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Do’s and dont’s to die for

Published on December 27, 2009 in From here & there, Musings and No good. 15 Comments Tags: , , , , , .


Update: This post was selected by BlogAdda for this week’s ‘Tangy Tuesday Picks’ Dec 29, ‘09 :)

Becoming a parent is easy when you have such clear instructions; found at this site which I dont know if they’re really serious or just want to make everyone’s day for a change:

Apparently, you cannot lift a baby by its head. If you didnt know that already. You could try but be aware of the red triangle with the exclamation mark. Dont go by the baby’s neutral and almost-pleasant expression.

This is for the dads-to-be. Remember – if you burn your tongue over too-hot milk, you have only yourself to blame for!

This is for the mum-to-be. Remember – a chicken leg does not equivalent a feeding bottle. No matter how happy you are to feed your baby this way!

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Hello Bangalore!

Published on April 21, 2009 in Life as it happens, Musings and Wanderlust. 13 Comments Tags: , .

I am happy to be back in Bangalore but I have to say – this place has grown so hot! And now I finally know how bad it is to be stuck in one of its horrific traffic jams. Just yesterday, we were being driven around in town and the driver was so friendly that every time we asked him a question, he would turn right back at us to look at us as we speak!

We decided not to ask him any questions since we would ultimately end up being dead that way. After a while, I see the guy’s eyes dozing off in the rear view mirror while the car moves at full speed! What a temperature and what an incredible driver. I am alive as I write this post, to all concerned enough.

Visited some industries today since this is supposed to be an official tour. My colleague asked some impressive whats-the-spindle-rpm questions to the guy who was escorting us for a manufacturing plant tour.

So I decided that I would ask this question on the next tour, only to be reminded by my colleague to make sure that there was actually a spindle on the machine in the first place. Har har.

No, I am not a mechanical engineer. And yes, I know what a spindle looks like. What else do you think is that lady doing on my header with all that yarn???

My hotel room is the hottest place in Bangalore, I’d have to admit. I try leaving the windows open when I leave in the morning. In return, the housekeeping staff are so diligent that they close the windows once they’re done with the daily cleaning so that the room represents a 100 degree centigrade oven when I get back but other than that, the stay is okay.

We’re supposed to keep the receipts of the expensed incurred so that we can get it reimbursed when we get back to office. I wonder if I can sneak in a few INOX theatre tickets in my bunch when no one is looking.

I’m yet to meet my friends here – most of them dont even know that I’m in their city.

Hello once again, Bangalore! Its nice to be back.

Why the 30 year old had a bad morning

Published on November 10, 2008 in Musings. 18 Comments

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One of my best friend turned 30 today. I gave her a wake up call and asked her how to feels to be THIRTY. She in turn called me mean and said something about not having a heart. I gloated about being 29 while she already turned 30, hahaha. How does it feel to be on the old side of the age and so on. 

She has promised to get back at me when my turn comes. Yeah, right! As if her old grey cells would live to tell the tale!

Happy birthday, Rikzing. You’re really and truly old now. I love you nevertheless and please dont kill me if you ever read this.

Dear Karuna

Published on November 2, 2008 in Musings. 14 Comments Tags: , , .

You were my favourite senior in college. I thought you were the coolest girl ever who was so nice to everyone around you. I admired everything about you, be it your linguist skills or your absolutely gorgeous smile.

You know, I discovered the game of Word Challenge in Facebook couple of weeks back. When my friend, Priya had a high score of 9153, I personally thought she was a being of much higher dimension with equivalent intergalactic word powers. The reason being – the first time I played the game, I scored a measly 2000 something which left my ego hurting for days. I felt like a Word Retard; someone who couldnt even unscramble six alphabets to make as many words as humanly possible.

I played the game for days, weeks even – I dont remember. I neglected everything around me and concentrated on getting a better score even if that meant the dog sometimes having to eat her dinner at 12:00 midnight. Yes, I didnt give up at all.

Slowly, my scores improved. I started averaging around four to five thousand and once even made it all the way to eight thousand; a day that my spirits soared and I felt vindicated for all the countless wasted hours, not to mention eyeballs about to pop out of their sockets.

And then it finally happened! The day I had been waiting for a long time. Out of the blue, I managed to score 10112! Oh, you cannot imagine the over extended fist pumps that repeated itself long into the night. Little joys of my life.

That is when I made the mistake of inviting you to the game.

I thought we were friends but then you went and scored 28000. Yes, I did get the zeros right and incredibly so did you. A feat that I thought was Unbelievable.

And as if that wasnt enough, you went on to score 38105. You know something else? The little girl host of the game occasionally pops in to give me this message – Do you know your friend Karuna has scored 38105? I didnt know she had the vocabulary of an Amazing Cyborg!!!

Well, neither did I. I accept defeat. If you’re thinking of scoring even higher than this, oh great Cyborg – our friendship is highly in danger please consider teaching me how you manage to score this high.

With love,

Your envious enemy junior

Rinchen :|

Being bichara

Published on October 3, 2008 in Musings. 14 Comments Tags: , .

In nepali, this word means the same as it means in hindi – poor thing!

The occasion is dussehra holidays. We call it Dasai here in the local language. It’s a major festive event with loads of celebrating – eating, drinking and making merry. I called my maid today afternoon and we had this conversation.

Me: Here, I got you a few things for the dasai celebrations in your house.

She: Bichara, mam!!! There was no need…

Me: Dont be silly. Here’s a kilo of mutton for your family today evening. I know you cook fab so enjoy!

She: Bichara!!! Really, there was no need…

Me: And here’s a bottle of whiskey for your kind husband. Hope he likes it.

She: Bichara!!! Oh no… this is too much…

Me: Uff! I havent finished. Here’s a packet of gulab jamuns. These are for your children (she has four) I thought I’d get them something too.

She: Oh, you didnt have to take so much trouble… bichara…

Me: And last but not the least, here’s your salary for the last month. I’ve added some more cash so that you can go buy something nice you like.

She: Oh… oh… bichara…

Me: WILL YOU STOP SAYING BICHARA???

By the time she left (still saying bichara on her way out), I felt really sorry for myself.

Meeting Robert Downey Jr

Published on September 19, 2008 in Musings. 2 Comments
Some days back, I happened to meet someone who looked so much like Robert Downey Jr. While talking to him about my interests, I mentioned that writing was my passion; following which he immediately stops me in mid sentence and asks – What do you write about? I had to reel my brain back in and answer: Oh, sort of like, articles. I couldnt believe my own ears. Articles???

Really? And have you published any? he asks. Does publishing it on my blog count? Does he consider posts on my blog ‘articles’? Should I give him the link? Think, brain – think, you good-for-nothing piece of $#&!

Came back home and told my husband all about it. He let me know that the guy was actually a high ranking official and a pioneer in his field. Good looking and intellectual to boot. Drool.

Couldnt help take the day dreaming one step further – Would he be reading my blog right now and realize that I think he looks like Robert Dreamy Jr? I sure hope so! :)

The End

Published on September 10, 2008 in Musings. 10 Comments

My maid comes to me today morning and says we’re all going to die today. I go – huh? Is this something to do with what they were talking on TV yesterday about the world coming to an end? And she says – yes, yes. Thats what they’re saying. I told her – I dont think we’re all going to die today. At least I hope not. Wouldnt that be a shame.

And what a fit beginning for Armageddon, I’d have to say. The sky’s turned a shade of dark gray, rain’s started falling this early in the morning. Thunder rumbling somewhere in the back ground. You know how it is at the end of the world. I’ve seen plenty of hollywood movies to recognize it instantly.

Some years back, a person from where I live too predicted a similar end of the world BS and thankfully he was wrong. What about today? I hope the prediction doesnt come true cause I sure as hell dont want to die today. Or any day soon.

I’m feeling jittery already. Oh crap.

Funny cake

Published on August 10, 2008 in Musings. 2 Comments

Yep. We all had a happy Ferwell since the cake mentioned everyone of us should so we did.

The cake seller was downright careless or indifferent, I personally think the latter, because he didnt write the three names to whom the farewell was being given for.

Instead of which, he wrote a “U”. How lazy is that.

Not that it stopped us from eating the cake or celebrating the farewell or anything. That would have really taken the cake.

Lil girl sings Nepali song

Published on August 2, 2008 in Musings and Sikkim. 2 Comments

Nemesis

Published on July 26, 2008 in Musings. 2 Comments

Joy’s cousin and arch rival, Sonam currently staying with her for company seems to irk her more than required. Apparently, she copies whatever Joy does and both occasionally hit each other to resolve issues then and there. Sonam is constantly bullied into calling Joy “didi” even if there’s only 6 months of age difference between them.

She goes through my purse thoroughly whenever I visit home, latches herself onto my neck and doesnt let go till I leave. Joy pushes her away whenever she sees so, out of jealously I persume. Both vie for my attention and I have a hard time deciding whom to look at next. Makes me feel very special indeed.

And when I told her I would be taking her pic, she immediately stopped what she was doing and posed like this.

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