Monthly Archive for August, 2008

All about me

Published
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Rinchen
on August 30, 2008
in I me and myself
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I’ve been going through other people’s blogs and whenever I click on their About Me section, they’ve got a detailed page describing themselves - which I think is interesting to read.

Therefore, I thought it would be nice to write a post about myself. You know, general things like who actually I am - other than a female of the species supposedly deadlier than the male. The works. So this, apparently, is how I roll.

I was named after my father’s elder sister who passed away when she was quite young. We used to have an old black and white photo of hers in one of the albums and she looks just like my dad. Only maybe more prettier.

I’ve been a rebellious sort of kid and more so as I progressively grew up. The tales of my daring escapades would have to be printed in a book format and that too by the name of an anonymous author. No, its not that I think so highly of myself. Just being on the safer side. If there is one. Enough said.

I used to read and read and read when I was a kid, which earned me glasses by the time I was a teenager. Often when I meet people who knew me way back, they keep repeating the same thing time and again - You used to read SO MUCH when you were a kid, do you remember??? Yeah, like they’d let me forget. Plus, I still do read. I dont remember all what I’ve read but thats another story.

I think I’m very easy going and friendly. Other people, however find me a tad arrogant and domineering. I can act very childish and immature at times and as a result, I’m sometimes battling unnecessary cold wars with people I’d rather have a drink with. Stupid, really but inevitable unfortunately.

I dont like people who nag. I myself dont lecture people unless I’m being paid to enter the classroom and I dont think I can stand listening to ideals and virtues of being the perfect human being, which I’m apparently not. Whats more, I like being imperfect. Anybody having a problem with that can go eat Bart Simpson’s shorts.

I like to think of myself as a very chilled out, relaxed person. Of course, thats when I’m not being audited at work or being nagged about how to live my life. Thats when a shrewish version of me takes over and all hell breaks loose. I’ve taken a self-taught course on “You have only one life - live like there’s no tomorrow” and come to the conclusion - to do what you want and not have regrets, well not many anyway.

To quote Aamir Khan in some ad on TV, why would you want to learn from other people’s mistakes? Make your own! Hoping to do that and more or as I like to keep repeating, will die trying.

The Result

Published
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Rinchen
on August 29, 2008
in hopes and dreams
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I passed the written examination of the Under Secretary exams conducted by the state government. There I said it. Phew. I’m so not meant to be a secret keeper.

I wasnt planning to blurt it out like this in my blog. Mainly because I didnt want to jinx my chance. But I figured, if its to be, it will be. If not, I probably will live to see another day. So no issues.

I had a lot of doubts during my preparation for the exams. So I was pleasantly surprised to get the result. About 3800 had applied for the job and I dont know how many wrote the exam - but 180 got shortlisted. For 40 posts. Next step’s a viva which is scheduled from 16th September onwards, probably in batches.

And once again, if I dont get through, that means no more mention about it in my future posts. I dont think I can discuss heartbreak on a public platform ;) Fingers crossed.

My dog is no longer my dog

Published
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Rinchen
on August 20, 2008
in Life as it happens and Winkie
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She’s a murderer. Or wait, is that supposed to be murderess?? Either way, I will never forget the turn of events on an otherwise ordinary monday morning…

I woke up late so I couldnt take my lab, Winkie out for her usual walk. So I let her outdoors to go do her dirty business otherwise, the house’s guaranteed to be in a stinking mess when I get back home in the evening.

Winkie took off but after a split second, I see her jumping after a chicken which materialized out of nowhere! Standing on my balcony, I didnt bother much cause the stupid dog’s prone to be overtly affectionate towards cats, goats, strays or anything that moves whenever she’s set loose.

However, this time to my horror, both chicken and dog dive headfirst into the bushes and after what seems like major struggling concealed by the plants, Winkie emerges with what looks like a dead chicken in her mouth.

I called or rather, screamed at the stupid dog (in ultrasonic frequency) to come home and she does, with her prize in the mouth. So thats how a highly idiotic dog and a chicken-that-was-breathing-faintly ended up in my living room while I was struggling to keep myself from screeching in (again) horror.

I called the cook and told her to oh-my-god! please, please-take-the-chicken-out-to-the-balcony but the moment she did, Winkie attacked it and snapped its neck, it seems.

We shut the dog and its hunt in the balcony, thinking wtf, she might as well eat it there but when I checked after 15 minutes, nope she was licking it instead. Guess she didnt know how to eat it, feathers and all.

So the cook got busy dressing the chicken and cutting it up after which I cooked it up with Winkie’s food. After meal time, all that was left behind was a clean plate and a lip smacking dog.

You know, I’m beginning to look at my dog differently now. She’s no longer going to be beaten with the same intensity that I used to before. I’m suddenly afraid of my own dog and I finally understand now why people cross the street when they see Winkie coming.

Things to do before I die

Published
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Rinchen
on August 16, 2008
in Good things
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I’ve watched The Bucket List a couple of times by now. The movie’s about two old guys who have precious time left to live and make the-list-of-things-to-do before they finally kick the bucket, which for them was soon enough.

I, on the other hand, inspired by a brilliant movie and this one blog here - have taken it upon myself (and my poor blog) to compile a list of things that I want to do before I die. Even if I never really do these things, what the heck - its just a list, right? So here goes nothing.

1. Go skydiving. Ok, so this is on the list in the actual movie. You know whats not there in the actual movie? ME. Back to skydiving, there’s one small problem though. You see, I’m afraid of heights. Cant look down a five-storey building without feeling all dizzy. So that means, I’ll either have to sky dive with my eyes closed or I’ll probably be dead before I reach the ground. I must be crazy to put this on #1. Maybe it should go in the list of things to do that-make-you die instead.

2. Get a tattoo. Yes, this is in the movie too. And no, I’m not copying the original list word to word. I’m a big fan of Ami James in the Miami Ink series on Discovery Travel & Living. So, #2, with a little rewrite, will be - get an tattoo at Miami Ink at South Beach, Florida. Woo hoo!

3. Learn how to ride a bike. Yeah, poor me used to drive a three-wheeled cycle when I was a kid and was petrified of a bicycle while growing up. Still am. Hmm… I think I’ll have to look up google to see if they’ve got a word for fear of bicycle riding and add that to my resume.

4. Visit Disneyland. Ok, thats a little pathetic for a soon to be 30 year old, I know. But I cant help it. I used to be a big Disney Time fan when I was younger. My favourite character was Daisy Duck although I used to despise Winnie Mouse. I would like to meet them, yes… but I cant forget this incident five years ago - when I was strolling down Brigade Road and a huge, white suited astronaut came straight at me to shake my hand - thats when I ran screaming away for my life.

Of recent times, I visited a local cafe last Christmas and was greeted by a stick-thin Santa Claus with an enormous pot-belly. Surprisingly I ended up shaking his hand. Yay! I’m no longer afraid of imaginary characters!

I’m also poor at sticking to one topic, apparently.

5. Learn a foreign language. Preferably Spanish. I did try to learn this on my own earlier. Then, I lost my Learn Spanish book. Someone borrowed it “to see” and I promptly forgot the borrower’s name. I guess being able to say lo siento, solo hablas english (thats - I’m sorry, I speak only English) doesnt really qualify as being able to speak in Spanish. Whats more, I think it defeats the purpose.

6. Travel to Europe. “Around the world” would have sounded like such a cliche. Plus, I want to especially visit Austria for two reasons - Sound of Music and Mozart. And yeah, visit Spain and converse with the locals in their language. Why else would I have learnt spanish?

7. Win a lottery. I’m just kidding. If one could do that, this point would be on everyone’s to-do-list henceforth. What I’m actually doing is compensating the extra-long #4 by keeping this point short.

8. Learn to swim. I once nearly drowned in a kid’s pool. That too, while trying to teach one kid how to not be afraid of the water and swim instead. Ever since then, I’ve always been under this impression that if I do want a watery grave in the future, all I have to do is learn how to swim.

9. Write a book. I’ve met people who’ve told me that they’ll write a book, someday. And I used to think - so will I. That was 10 years ago. That person who said this to me is probably dead or too old to gather his wits to actually write by now. And since I havent read any book by his name, I assume that he’s not written it after all. I’d hate for it to be that way with me. So, even if no one reads my book or it doesnt get printed or I dont get famous and earn loads of cash, I’d like to leave a book behind when I finally kick the bucket. How awesome would that be!

Something for monday

Published
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Rinchen
on August 16, 2008
in Good things
. 2 Comments

I feel inexplicably happy today. After a long, long time. Nothing’s going to mar my sense of exhiliration today. Not even this smell of dung’s that whifting in through the window. Where the hell is this smell coming from???

I listened to a nice song in the car, hummed the lyrics, made people look at me strangely as they drove past by. Splashed a puddle in the road real hard that ultimately made the driver in front of me wet, who in turn yelled at me but I pretended as though I didnt hear and continued my streak of non-stop smiling.

Reached home and patted my dog. Even she looked surprised. Got down straight to documenting my state of happiness. So that I can remember this afternoon when work begins on monday morning and I hear this imaginary voice inside me saying - Welcome to the real world.

Have some respect

Published
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Rinchen
on August 12, 2008
in No good
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I couldnt believe my eyes when I read this on MTV’s tickr:

Sania’s track pants will make more news than Abhinav Bindra.

He will not get to feature in a single advertisement.

Harman Baweja will be more famous that Abhinav Bindra.

No girl with put up a poster of Abhinav Bindra in her room or even wallpaper on her desktop.

No one will recognize him on the streets.

His signature will never become an autograph.

So what if he won a Gold, Rohit Sharma will still make more money than Abhinav!

At best, RGV may approach Abhinav Bindra for a gangstar film.

And he wont pay him for it.

No one will come on iSuperstar and want to be Abhinav.

Big Boss will not invite him to his house.

Abhinav Bindra will become one of the officers in Khatron Ka Khiladi, at best.

The Abhinav Bindra Fan Club on Facebook has 43 members.

Thats probably two less than Tusshaar’s.

The sad part is that MTV wants to be so cool - it thinks making fun of a national hero is okay. I dont agree with this. Watch out, MTV - this is not one of your Roadies that you’re talking about.

This is a big deal and I for one was stupendously proud of the Indian National Anthem being played at the award ceremony. This is not a small achievement and we all know it.

The 25 year old has achieved what no one had before in the history of Indian Sports. He is India’s first individual Olympic gold medallist while the last gold for India was won by the hockey team in 1980.

He has done India proud and reading such tasteless jokes on MTV makes me ashamed of the media. For what its worth, his picture is now on my desktop.

Congratulations, Abhinav Bindra!

Funny cake

Published
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Rinchen
on August 10, 2008
in Musings et all
. 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.