Yesterday was a good Sunday, which was superbly welcome after the terrible Saturday (we clean on Saturday.) A couple of friends, who are also a couple, surprised the husband by dropping in. From India. Awesome. Merriment ensued ( Read more... )

This feeling comes from my two main occupations at the moment. I have been watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer and reading The Princess Dairies. I know, I am not only too old for these but also too late as the years go. But as I said, these little things do not seem to matter.

Watching and reading so much high school drama made me think about my ( Read more... )

 It took a lot of time, ample jostling skills, and many buckets full of money to be standing on the white floor. Because that is exactly what I was doing at 10 pm. Standing. The rooms (dance floors, if you will) were full of dolled up chicks and dandy boys by now. A jumbo plastic glass poised in everyone’s hand, loud remixed music filling the room ( Read more... )

This trip to Delhi has been very surreal. No friends getting married, no festival to be celebrated - just me back to my old work-home-work routine for a week. It is almost like the three months in-between never happened. Every morning I wake at wee hours of the morning, take a hot bath, and rush to catch the bus to work. Same old faces greet me on ( Read more... )

Passive smoking, as described by my dear friend: "While she smokes, I am supposed to stand there and inhale what went inside her lungs and came out of her nostrils!"

Ewww.

For almost three years now, I have been ranting about the distance I cover to get to work. If you have visited my page even twice in your entire life, chances are you already know my sob story of long commuting hours. I often think that there must be a strong force that drives me to work (no, I am not talking of the Qualis engine here) every ( Read more... )

The other day I went to my college. The atmosphere and the experience can be best described as surreal. It has been many years since I finished my graduation and the building has changed a bit over the years. The students still crowd the corridors but they appear stylishly different. Ringing of cell phones is something that I do not connect with ( Read more... )

I made this post almost a year ago.

And the following picture was taken last week.


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She'd outpester any pest
Drive a hornet from its nest
She could throw a whirling dervish out of whirl
She is gentle! She is wild!
She's a riddle! She's a child!
She's a headache! She's an angel!
She's a girl!

( She's a darling! She's a demon! She's a lamb! )

It comes in different shapes, sizes, and colors. One can go hunting for it all over the place and never find it. And one may run into it when and where one least expects it. So elusive is this thing called friendship. One cannot judge or grade it basis number of meetings or the amount of time spent together. Sometimes one just connects. Sometimes ( Read more... )