You know what is the most annoying thing ? People around you telling you to lose weight.
Can you believe that I have found a thing which is more annoying after losing the weight ?
Me - I went to gym :) :)
Them - Oh!! Don't join gym. Your weight will increase suddenly if you stop going. You should not have joined gym.
Me - I took up Herbalife (protein drink) for breakfast and green tea :) :)
Them - So you just have to drink that ? (like this is easy to do) I am sure that if you stop it you will increase like anything.
Me - I went on a diet and replaced my dinner with fruits.
Them - What if you cant continue it after your marriage ? Are you going to starve your husband ? You have to start eating dinner after marriage and then you will put on weight very quick.
Me - It just went away. I don't even know how ? I could not be more happier ;-) :)
Them - Suddenly everything will come back. Just wait.
OMG !! Can some people BE more annoying ?
I really did lose a lot of weight - like 10 kilos in 7 months. Now, I have to listen to all these jibes about it.
It was not easy. I get hungry very quick. I have an enormous appetite. The fact that I absolutely love food does not help in the least. It is a constant day to day struggle to not succumb to all my cravings and to indulge in them only once every week.
Here is what I did, if it helps one person out there, I would be happy.
After waking up I do 50 crunches.
Breakfast - 300ml of protein drink . I alternate between Herbalife and getrim. The fact that I love milk helps a lot. I read that sucrose and fructose (which is present in protein drinks) is not so good for the body so sometimes I have 2 idlis. The problem with idlis is I cant have them every day.
Mid morning snack - I have breakfast at 7am. I have to catch the bus at 7.25am. So, I if I don't have a mid morning snack I might just die. So I carry a little approx 20gm of saffola muesli and have it around 10.30am.
Lunch - A normal lunch but I have reduced it from 4 small chapatis to 3 small chapatis. I brought smaller boxes to carry rice items in. Now, I get full with just 2 chapatis. Wheat dosas or ragi dosas have the lowest calories, of course if you have it with chutney.
Evening snack - Around 6pm I eat at least 3 biscuits usually McVities Digestive and drink atleast 300ml of water.
I reach home at 8.10pm. I go for a walk for at least 45 minutes. If I reach early like before 8, I walk for an hour. If I think that I am going to reach very late like after 8.30pm, I get down from the bus some 4 or 5 stops from mine and walk to my house.
Night - I have a normal dinner (little rice or 1 chapati or 2 dosas) if I go for walk. When I don't go for walk because it is raining out or because I just feel lazy, I eat a little bit of fruits usually papaya or apple and drink buttermilk.
If I ever feel hungry in between meals (read always) I have 3-4 almonds and drink a lot of water.
Now half of my cousins know that I take Herbalife. I can see them sitting there in my marriage hall (no, I am not getting married right now, my parents are still searching) and making it a point to tell each and every one that I reduced weight by drinking Herbalife. They think I am taking the easy way out. If I were taking the easy way out, I would just pop some tablets (Herbalife has those and these tablets are way cheaper than the protein powders, but I was never and I never will be the person to take the easy (unhealthy too, or so I have read) way out, I love working hard towards my goals).
It is really hard to wake up everyday with the resolve to lose weight. I get my heart broken a dozen times when I check my weight and see that it has increased. I am slowly getting used to it. Do you know how effing hard it is to say no if someone offers a second chocolate ? And don't even get me started on chocolate. I have told all my friends to never buy me chocolate. Now, I feel sad if they don't buy it for me. When I am PMSing I crave for good food. It gets so hard to not maintain the diet during these times (If some knows how to curb these cravings, I would love me some tips)
On the bright side I have reduced 2 sizes in some and one size in some brands. The belts which are sold in malls and will not wear out for 2-3 years never used to fit me, and now they do. I have been told that I look awesome now (I hated that compliment because they meant that I was not awesome before which is a lie because I am always awesome ;-)) . I changed my wardrobe (not completely), I have stopped wearing clothes which make me one with the wall behind me. I have a bright yellow and a bright red sweatshirts :).
I used to do a lot of stress eating and now I do stress shopping. I have a bit of control on this now. But, it has a tendency to get out of hand sometimes. I put all the money I saved by not eating into buying new clothes :)
I would love to hear about any such incidents that you or your friends have gone through. Any suggestions, like a low calorie tasty recipe would also be very helpful :)
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Monday, May 19, 2014
Why I cant make good first impressions.
1) I don't know how to respond to ":)" sent by a stranger(a colleague) at the end of a chat. I end up over thinking about it and wonder if they think I am rude and just end up doing this.
Colleague: :) (sent 4.00PM)
*After a lot of thinking and nail-biting*
Me: :) (sent 5:30PM)
and I over think about how creepy it all seems with the time gap.
2) I am used to telling "its okay/fine" when someone tells "Thank you" and most conversations in office end up like this
Colleague: Thank you. (sent 3.15PM)
Me: Its fine (sent 3.16PM)
mention not (sent 3.16PM)
you are welcome (sent 3.16PM)
3) I am used to laughing with my mouth wide open. (No, not when I eat)
4) I say things like "I can be a professional pedicure giver" not a beautician or a pedicurist but a "PEDICURE GIVER"
5) I sit on my hands when the AC makes me feel very cold. It does not exactly matter where I am.
6) When I finish something successfully in office I really feel like throwing my hands up in the air and say "yes", but I realize midway that I am in office and just do this weird punching my cheeks kind of thing because my hands are already mid air.
7) When I am really nervous I say things like "tadatadatadada" or "dudun dudun dudun" under my breath repeatedly until someone starts staring at me.
8) Ithink that I make wonderful music by tapping my fingers on the laptop or the table. Yes, even in office.
Colleague: :) (sent 4.00PM)
*After a lot of thinking and nail-biting*
Me: :) (sent 5:30PM)
and I over think about how creepy it all seems with the time gap.
2) I am used to telling "its okay/fine" when someone tells "Thank you" and most conversations in office end up like this
Colleague: Thank you. (sent 3.15PM)
Me: Its fine (sent 3.16PM)
mention not (sent 3.16PM)
you are welcome (sent 3.16PM)
3) I am used to laughing with my mouth wide open. (No, not when I eat)
4) I say things like "I can be a professional pedicure giver" not a beautician or a pedicurist but a "PEDICURE GIVER"
5) I sit on my hands when the AC makes me feel very cold. It does not exactly matter where I am.
6) When I finish something successfully in office I really feel like throwing my hands up in the air and say "yes", but I realize midway that I am in office and just do this weird punching my cheeks kind of thing because my hands are already mid air.
7) When I am really nervous I say things like "tadatadatadada" or "dudun dudun dudun" under my breath repeatedly until someone starts staring at me.
8) I
Thursday, March 27, 2014
Batha ? No.
I still remember the first day I started working. I entered the company building and was told to take a seat in the reception area. I saw that there were 3 people already sitting in there. I saw this fair and tall guy and he smiled at me and I returned it back. Just like any silly girl I made up stories in my head about us being friends when suddenly I smelt something horrible, something disgusting. It grew stronger the nearer I went to the fair and tall guy. I pretended that I got a call and went and sat somewhere a little further. I kept thinking someone had spilt something on the cushions where the guy sat and that was creating this awful smell.
The next whole 2 weeks went away in a haze and there was not much interaction with any of my other batch mates. As I usually keep to myself till I get used to the people around me, I made little effort to talk to anyone in my batch. The fair and tall guy had made friends and lost a few in the short duration and I kept wondering what was the reason not to have this guy around. He was definitely pleasing to the eye. I was loving being independent and all that I rarely gave notice to this guy. He used to say a "hi" everyday in the morning and I used to return it.
After two weeks in the company I had made 2 friends. I had still not spoken to the tall and fair guy. When I could not solve the matter at hand I thought it would be a nice way to add another person to my growing friends' list and spoke to the fair and tall guy. He came over to my cubicle and gave suggestions. The next day he came over again and his shirt was stained and his breath smelled. I spoke to him a little keeping a good distance from him. After this he came to my cubicle every morning and I dreaded these encounters. I had a box of tic-tacs and orbit which I offered to him daily. This was the assertive way to handle a smelly breath but I never knew how I was supposed to tell someone that they smell bad. In our painful (at least on my side) conversations the biggest mistake I did was to tell him that I like Harry Potter. After office hours he would stealthily come up behind me and whisper (with his mouth open) Harry Potter just like Voldemort does in the movie. In such encounters I used to be startled and would turn and be blasted with a breath of smelly hot breath. Imagine keeping a straight face through that (I am waiting for my noble peace price). He was not smelly on only one day a week. I assumed that was the only one day he took bath. To add to all this the summer came. He was soon included in my prayers each day. I used to ask God to please give him the sense to take a nice hot bath because long hot baths, according to me, solved everything. Be it a stressed day, a troubled mind, a fitful sleep or a smelly big guy. When I realized that even the sweltering hot summers would not make the guy take a bath everyday, I took matters in to my own hands. Whenever he came over to say hi, our conversations went like this.
He : Hi
Me : Hi, do you smell something bad ?
He : No.
Me : Well, It seems like somebody needs a bath, huh ??
He : *laughs and changes the topic*
He : Hi
Me : Hi. There is that smell again. Don't you smell it ?
He : No.
Me : Well, looks like someone in our batch is skipping taking a bath huh ?? *smiling and nodding head*
He : maybe. *changes the topic*
After a week or 2 of this I got a better idea.
He : Hi.
Me : Hi.
< after 5 mins >
Me : Do you smell that ? What do you think it is ? Do you think it is me ? I have bath everyday. The geaser kept breaking down so our PG owner has installed this new Racold instant water heaters. You know that you will sweat less if you have a nice hot bath in the morning. Yes. I know this by experience. You should try it. See, you are sweating right now and look at me, not even a drop of sweat. Just try this for a day or two.
He : What ? Have bath everyday ? I have bath only two times a week. Hence save water and a lot of time.
Me : How long do you take bath on these 2 days ?
He : For at least 40 mins.
Me : How about this ? You have bath for exactly 80 mins per week ? So, if you have a bath for 11 mins everyday, you will be using the same amount of water and spending the same amount of time for the bath. And on top of that, you will have 3 minutes spare time. *smiles and nods*
He : Maybe I will try.
I went home that day feeling victorious. The next day I found him not smelly at all. The day after that too. I asked him one day if he was sweating less after everyday bath and he said yes. The whole of summer went away and except his mouth nothing smelled. I had my tic-tacs for that. After some 4 months, everyone in my batch were my very good friends.
The rainy season had started and when I was on my way to the office it was drizzling. I entered and there was that smell again. I went to my cubicle. The fair guy came to say "hi".
He : Hi.
Me : What is the smell, boss ?
He : I don't smell anything.
Me : Have you bathed today *smiles and nods*
He : No. It is rainy season. I feel odd taking bath everyday because it is so cold.
Me : You stink. Take a bath tomorrow.
He : I will try.
After 4 months, we were good friends. There was no need to beat around the bush. As the saying goes.
"Old habits, die hard".
This post is written for Racold What's that smell contest in association with Indiblogger.
Check out Racold's facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/racoldthermoltd
Here is a fun video What's that smell, Boss?
The next whole 2 weeks went away in a haze and there was not much interaction with any of my other batch mates. As I usually keep to myself till I get used to the people around me, I made little effort to talk to anyone in my batch. The fair and tall guy had made friends and lost a few in the short duration and I kept wondering what was the reason not to have this guy around. He was definitely pleasing to the eye. I was loving being independent and all that I rarely gave notice to this guy. He used to say a "hi" everyday in the morning and I used to return it.
After two weeks in the company I had made 2 friends. I had still not spoken to the tall and fair guy. When I could not solve the matter at hand I thought it would be a nice way to add another person to my growing friends' list and spoke to the fair and tall guy. He came over to my cubicle and gave suggestions. The next day he came over again and his shirt was stained and his breath smelled. I spoke to him a little keeping a good distance from him. After this he came to my cubicle every morning and I dreaded these encounters. I had a box of tic-tacs and orbit which I offered to him daily. This was the assertive way to handle a smelly breath but I never knew how I was supposed to tell someone that they smell bad. In our painful (at least on my side) conversations the biggest mistake I did was to tell him that I like Harry Potter. After office hours he would stealthily come up behind me and whisper (with his mouth open) Harry Potter just like Voldemort does in the movie. In such encounters I used to be startled and would turn and be blasted with a breath of smelly hot breath. Imagine keeping a straight face through that (I am waiting for my noble peace price). He was not smelly on only one day a week. I assumed that was the only one day he took bath. To add to all this the summer came. He was soon included in my prayers each day. I used to ask God to please give him the sense to take a nice hot bath because long hot baths, according to me, solved everything. Be it a stressed day, a troubled mind, a fitful sleep or a smelly big guy. When I realized that even the sweltering hot summers would not make the guy take a bath everyday, I took matters in to my own hands. Whenever he came over to say hi, our conversations went like this.
He : Hi
Me : Hi, do you smell something bad ?
He : No.
Me : Well, It seems like somebody needs a bath, huh ??
He :
He : Hi
Me : Hi. There is that smell again. Don't you smell it ?
He : No.
Me : Well, looks like someone in our batch is skipping taking a bath huh ?? *smiling and nodding head*
He : maybe. *changes the topic*
After a week or 2 of this I got a better idea.
He : Hi.
Me : Hi.
< after 5 mins >
Me : Do you smell that ? What do you think it is ? Do you think it is me ? I have bath everyday. The geaser kept breaking down so our PG owner has installed this new Racold instant water heaters. You know that you will sweat less if you have a nice hot bath in the morning. Yes. I know this by experience. You should try it. See, you are sweating right now and look at me, not even a drop of sweat. Just try this for a day or two.
He : What ? Have bath everyday ? I have bath only two times a week. Hence save water and a lot of time.
Me : How long do you take bath on these 2 days ?
He : For at least 40 mins.
Me : How about this ? You have bath for exactly 80 mins per week ? So, if you have a bath for 11 mins everyday, you will be using the same amount of water and spending the same amount of time for the bath. And on top of that, you will have 3 minutes spare time. *smiles and nods*
He : Maybe I will try.
I went home that day feeling victorious. The next day I found him not smelly at all. The day after that too. I asked him one day if he was sweating less after everyday bath and he said yes. The whole of summer went away and except his mouth nothing smelled. I had my tic-tacs for that. After some 4 months, everyone in my batch were my very good friends.
The rainy season had started and when I was on my way to the office it was drizzling. I entered and there was that smell again. I went to my cubicle. The fair guy came to say "hi".
He : Hi.
Me : What is the smell, boss ?
He : I don't smell anything.
Me : Have you bathed today *smiles and nods*
He : No. It is rainy season. I feel odd taking bath everyday because it is so cold.
He : I will try.
After 4 months, we were good friends. There was no need to beat around the bush. As the saying goes.
"Old habits, die hard".
This post is written for Racold What's that smell contest in association with Indiblogger.
Check out Racold's facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/racoldthermoltd
Saturday, March 22, 2014
#FP madness on twitter.
I usually fall asleep at 11. But yesterday night I saw Shreesha's tweets with the #FP tag and wanted to try my hand at it. In case you missed it, here it is.
It is done on fridays. You should join in next time. Here are a few of the other tweets I liked.
She dint realise tht her ability to soothe people by touch was magic, then she recieved her letter from hogwarts. #FP
— Arpitha (@Me_er_) March 21, 2014
He felt stupid standing in d sun to prove to her tht his body did not glitter. "People who believe this shd be had for dinner" he thought.
— Arpitha (@Me_er_) March 21, 2014
He thought she was smiling. Only when he got nearer did he see d scar near her lips nd her cold eyes and d long claws. It was too late then.
— Arpitha (@Me_er_) March 21, 2014
He was jolted awake. Just as he was about to sgo back to seep he saw d wet footprints on d ceiling. #FP
— Arpitha (@Me_er_) March 21, 2014
She forced herself awake frm her nightmare where she was abt to get murdered only to wake up to a knife on her throat. #FP
— Arpitha (@Me_er_) March 21, 2014
Evrytm d cookie jar ws fild she wod wake up to find it on d floor.She cursed d cat.If only she knw abt d CookieLovinKid who livd thr once#FP
— Arpitha (@Me_er_) March 21, 2014
It was too dark, but she could see that d song tht played every night had bought them back again. She wished she knew who was playin it. #FP
— Arpitha (@Me_er_) March 21, 2014
She cursed d noisy neighbr nd wnt bck to sleep. In the mornin she found out tht thy had mved out 3 days back nd the house was seald shut #FP
— Arpitha (@Me_er_) March 21, 2014
It is done on fridays. You should join in next time. Here are a few of the other tweets I liked.
You know you're having a bad day when you look in the mirror
and your hair's a mess
and your wife is standing behind you with an axe #FP
— Ally Atherton (@AllyAtherton) March 21, 2014
Somewhere in a parallel universe AntiSanta is stealing toys from good children and the tooth fairy is ripping out their teeth at night #FP
— Ally Atherton (@AllyAtherton) March 21, 2014
Each bit of peeling plaster had a story, which they ignored while re-painting.
The key to chaining up the spirit was thus lost forever. #FP
— Sreesha Divakaran (@petrichorclouds) March 21, 2014
"There's a child in all of us!" she announced.
"There are many in me. But I am sure they have been digested by now." he responded. #FP
— Sreesha Divakaran (@petrichorclouds) March 21, 2014
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Awkward Conversations.
I am someone who is slow to open up to people. I speak with my colleagues only if need arises and a little during lunch. If you expect me to rant on, you will have to be my friend for at least 1-2 months. (Yes, tested ;)). I think that is why I find people who speak a lot very irritating.
- I once met a guy in bus. He used to give me life lessons. Told me that I was not enjoying my life because I left office at 6'o clock while he left office at 5'o clock. He then gave explanations of how he enjoys his life by leaving office one hour earlier than me.
- I meet a girl in bus stop every morning. We get at most 5-7 minutes to speak. Last Friday I asked her what she was doing over the weekend. She lodged into a 4 minute (yes, I timed it) explanation of how she goes to movies or stays at home and explained in detail what exactly she does at home. She was not yet finished and our bus arrived. (Thank Jejus)
- I once met a guy who told me the entire story of Dhoom 3. (If you think the movie is boring why do you think it would make an interesting story during a conversation ?)
- I still meet this guy on bus. He told me what all he bought for his brother who was going to USA for higher studies. He could have just told "clothes" but noo. He gave me a detailed description of each formal shirt, t-shirt, collared t-shirt, jeans, formal pants, nightwear, sweaters, thermal underwear (I am not making this up) and also where exactly he bought it from and why exactly he bought those. He has a loud voice.
What was I doing ? To put it in short, this was my thought process
"Ok....Okay dude.....smile and nod.....Okay, I get it............I get it..........I GET IT...............Stop.........oh please stop.......don't make me hurt you.........if I interrupt you now and tell you I am not interested to know then both of us will be feeling awkward and I don't like it so please stop...... .STOP.....PLEASE STAAAAPPPHHH...I think I will have an ice cream today...wonder what is going to happen in the next episode of tumhari paakhi.......have to buy a new pair of earrings.....you forgot to call the tailor again god you are so forgetful these days......maybe a butterscotch cake from sweet chariot will jog that memory right up!! hahaha.....smile and nod.....okay"
People who speak a lot are sometimes irritating, yes, but conversations with people who speak less are sometimes boring.
- My colleague has a 3 month old baby. Today's lunch conversation went like this
Colleague - *something* had *something something* loose motion in the morning.
Me - Is it because of something you ate ? Is that why you din't come to office yesterday ?
Colleague - My son had.
Me - Oh
*awkward silence till we finished our lunch*
- Me - Hi
Colleague 1 - Hi
Me - Reading any novels lately ?
Colleague 1 - Yes. *Tells some malayalam novel name.*
Me - Ok.
He does not ask me the same question and thus the conversation ends.
This happens mostly with my colleagues because I just try to do small talk.Writing about these conversations would be boring.
I don't know. I seem to have a problem with both kinds of people. But, that said, I would select being bored to being irritated any time of the day. At least I would be allowed to speak a little. I am sure that I can find something mutually interesting to speak because, well, I am awesome like that. :)
So what kind of person are you and what kind of a person would you choose ? :)
- I once met a guy in bus. He used to give me life lessons. Told me that I was not enjoying my life because I left office at 6'o clock while he left office at 5'o clock. He then gave explanations of how he enjoys his life by leaving office one hour earlier than me.
- I meet a girl in bus stop every morning. We get at most 5-7 minutes to speak. Last Friday I asked her what she was doing over the weekend. She lodged into a 4 minute (yes, I timed it) explanation of how she goes to movies or stays at home and explained in detail what exactly she does at home. She was not yet finished and our bus arrived. (Thank Jejus)
- I once met a guy who told me the entire story of Dhoom 3. (If you think the movie is boring why do you think it would make an interesting story during a conversation ?)
- I still meet this guy on bus. He told me what all he bought for his brother who was going to USA for higher studies. He could have just told "clothes" but noo. He gave me a detailed description of each formal shirt, t-shirt, collared t-shirt, jeans, formal pants, nightwear, sweaters, thermal underwear (I am not making this up) and also where exactly he bought it from and why exactly he bought those. He has a loud voice.
What was I doing ? To put it in short, this was my thought process
"Ok....Okay dude.....smile and nod.....Okay, I get it............I get it..........I GET IT...............Stop.........oh please stop.......don't make me hurt you.........if I interrupt you now and tell you I am not interested to know then both of us will be feeling awkward and I don't like it so please stop...... .STOP.....PLEASE STAAAAPPPHHH...I think I will have an ice cream today...wonder what is going to happen in the next episode of tumhari paakhi.......have to buy a new pair of earrings.....you forgot to call the tailor again god you are so forgetful these days......maybe a butterscotch cake from sweet chariot will jog that memory right up!! hahaha.....smile and nod.....okay"
People who speak a lot are sometimes irritating, yes, but conversations with people who speak less are sometimes boring.
- My colleague has a 3 month old baby. Today's lunch conversation went like this
Colleague - *something* had *something something* loose motion in the morning.
Me - Is it because of something you ate ? Is that why you din't come to office yesterday ?
Colleague - My son had.
Me - Oh
*awkward silence till we finished our lunch*
- Me - Hi
Colleague 1 - Hi
Me - Reading any novels lately ?
Colleague 1 - Yes. *Tells some malayalam novel name.*
Me - Ok.
He does not ask me the same question and thus the conversation ends.
This happens mostly with my colleagues because I just try to do small talk.Writing about these conversations would be boring.
I don't know. I seem to have a problem with both kinds of people. But, that said, I would select being bored to being irritated any time of the day. At least I would be allowed to speak a little. I am sure that I can find something mutually interesting to speak because, well, I am awesome like that. :)
So what kind of person are you and what kind of a person would you choose ? :)
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
A letter to all my friends.
Dear Friends,
I have always been an introvert and you know it. I was never a person to go out and speak to anyone. If you think back, it was you who spoke to me first. I thank you for that.
I have all of you to thank for being in my life and making it a hell of a lot easier for me to take stupid decisions. Believe me I don't regret any of those decisions ;). You have been with me when I have fallen and you have been with me when I got up and to that I am ever grateful.
You might have been irked by some of the decisions I unwittingly have taken in my life. I know I have been very stubborn on some of the other decisions which some of you had cautioned me not to take. You might have judged me. But, I am grateful for you for sticking by me even after all that.
I will sincerely tell you that I have never been jealous of any of you. You are like my sisters and I have been always proud at any of your achievements. I may not show it, but believe me I am proud of you girls.
Each one of you is different and unique for me. I value your friendship more than you know.
I may have ignored you sometimes because I was going through some very heavy introspection (and those six months after November 2011, it was training where I had to work 7 days a week). I may have been mean to you sometimes but I have never stopped loving you. We may have had a few difference of opinions and I may have argued with you about shit that does not matter, because lets face it, shit happens. Nobody is perfect. Not me, not you.
We are all working now and some of you (just one I guess) have married. So all you other people, stop being little shitheads and pick my calls, or call me or ask me to meet you or just send a message occasionally. I know some of your lives revolve and rotate around your boyfriends. Some of you are lazy asses. Some of you have been sweet. But, all of you are too darn good for me to lose.
I know how stressful working in a corporate world is. I know how cloistered in your room wont help you de-stress. I remember all those times in college where we used to have enormous amount of fun together. I know you miss it too.
I really try very hard to be a friend to every one of you and failing miserably because it is a one sided effort.
You move out of Bangalore and you don't tell me, you change jobs and you don't tell me. What is with all the secrets people.
Well, I wrote this to tell you that from my side you are still my friends. I know it is difficult to make time in midst of this crazy, fast paced world. I just want you to know that I am here, if you want me, I am always here.
Regards,
Your sweetheart ;) :)
P.S: To Nish, Cheeky, Poo, Stef, Dee, Deeps.
P.P.S: I know I have left out a person's name in the list, FYI, she is a traitor and not my friend anymore. Hmph.
To all others:
What do you think of the new blog look ? Like it ? Does it look very emo ?
I am having problems with the blog feed. Not getting a few blog updates. Anyone facing the same problem in blogger ?
I have always been an introvert and you know it. I was never a person to go out and speak to anyone. If you think back, it was you who spoke to me first. I thank you for that.
I have all of you to thank for being in my life and making it a hell of a lot easier for me to take stupid decisions. Believe me I don't regret any of those decisions ;). You have been with me when I have fallen and you have been with me when I got up and to that I am ever grateful.
You might have been irked by some of the decisions I unwittingly have taken in my life. I know I have been very stubborn on some of the other decisions which some of you had cautioned me not to take. You might have judged me. But, I am grateful for you for sticking by me even after all that.
I will sincerely tell you that I have never been jealous of any of you. You are like my sisters and I have been always proud at any of your achievements. I may not show it, but believe me I am proud of you girls.
Each one of you is different and unique for me. I value your friendship more than you know.
I may have ignored you sometimes because I was going through some very heavy introspection (and those six months after November 2011, it was training where I had to work 7 days a week). I may have been mean to you sometimes but I have never stopped loving you. We may have had a few difference of opinions and I may have argued with you about shit that does not matter, because lets face it, shit happens. Nobody is perfect. Not me, not you.
We are all working now and some of you (just one I guess) have married. So all you other people, stop being little shitheads and pick my calls, or call me or ask me to meet you or just send a message occasionally. I know some of your lives revolve and rotate around your boyfriends. Some of you are lazy asses. Some of you have been sweet. But, all of you are too darn good for me to lose.
I know how stressful working in a corporate world is. I know how cloistered in your room wont help you de-stress. I remember all those times in college where we used to have enormous amount of fun together. I know you miss it too.
I really try very hard to be a friend to every one of you and failing miserably because it is a one sided effort.
You move out of Bangalore and you don't tell me, you change jobs and you don't tell me. What is with all the secrets people.
Well, I wrote this to tell you that from my side you are still my friends. I know it is difficult to make time in midst of this crazy, fast paced world. I just want you to know that I am here, if you want me, I am always here.
Regards,
Your sweetheart ;) :)
P.S: To Nish, Cheeky, Poo, Stef, Dee, Deeps.
P.P.S: I know I have left out a person's name in the list, FYI, she is a traitor and not my friend anymore. Hmph.
To all others:
What do you think of the new blog look ? Like it ? Does it look very emo ?
I am having problems with the blog feed. Not getting a few blog updates. Anyone facing the same problem in blogger ?
Monday, January 13, 2014
How it works..
Suppose you never had a pizza in your entire life. You are happy eating pakoras and drinking coffee. But as time goes by and you see people around you eating pizza, you feel the need to eat a pizza yourself. However interesting and addictive eating pakoras and drinking coffee is, you know you would really like to eat a pizza now. So, you write a post about it like this.
Here is how it works for normal people:
Your parents tell you that they are ready to get you a pizza. You crib a little. Everyone around tells you that you better select the toppings you would like. You select some toppings and go see if they have a pizza with the toppings which you have selected. You find a almost similar pizza and one fine grand day, you invite a truck load of people to watch you eat the pizza. You make a decision to love and eat the same pizza you just ate for the rest of your life. The end.
Here is how it happens to some people:
Your parents tell you that they are going to get you a pizza. You are so happy. You do a little dance and you are happy and ready to welcome some change in your life. Your sister or bestest friend tell you to select the toppings you would want. You are so confused about the toppings. Crust is not really important you see as what is inside is what matters. So, you think about the toppings on and off but never really settled on any one. You know you would like pakoras on the pizza and you definitely don't want coffee on it. Of that much you are sure. You want it to be a fun pizza. With little surprises in between. So, one fine day you get a chance to see the pizza., not eat it just see it. Remember, you are still not sure what toppings you want. So, the pizzas are already made with the toppings and all. You go and it turns out that to have that particular pizza, you have to have certain characteristics. Now, you are in a puddle. You don't really know what you want, but this pizza seems to know what kind of person it wants to be eaten by. You feel like you have turned up to write an exam and have not prepared for anything. You feel nervous, apprehensive. You screw up just like you always did in all your exams because you never in your life turned up for any exam fully prepared and for this you are prepared 0%.
And that guys is how groom hunting for an arrange marriage is going to work. You are just someone else's pizza and all your characteristics is your toppings.
Right now I am so jealous of all the people who have already eaten the pizza or have already decided what pizza they are going to have or at least know what exact toppings they want. And me ? I am still supposed to be thinking about the toppings. If I liked what I saw or not. I don't really know how I am supposed to do that. How exactly do you know what you would want on a pizza ?
P.S : I read somewhere that people who love to read fantasy and fiction are the people who don't like the real world that they live in. I am loving reading these two genres so much right now that I scared myself a little. :(
Here is how it works for normal people:
Your parents tell you that they are ready to get you a pizza. You crib a little. Everyone around tells you that you better select the toppings you would like. You select some toppings and go see if they have a pizza with the toppings which you have selected. You find a almost similar pizza and one fine grand day, you invite a truck load of people to watch you eat the pizza. You make a decision to love and eat the same pizza you just ate for the rest of your life. The end.
Here is how it happens to some people:
Your parents tell you that they are going to get you a pizza. You are so happy. You do a little dance and you are happy and ready to welcome some change in your life. Your sister or bestest friend tell you to select the toppings you would want. You are so confused about the toppings. Crust is not really important you see as what is inside is what matters. So, you think about the toppings on and off but never really settled on any one. You know you would like pakoras on the pizza and you definitely don't want coffee on it. Of that much you are sure. You want it to be a fun pizza. With little surprises in between. So, one fine day you get a chance to see the pizza., not eat it just see it. Remember, you are still not sure what toppings you want. So, the pizzas are already made with the toppings and all. You go and it turns out that to have that particular pizza, you have to have certain characteristics. Now, you are in a puddle. You don't really know what you want, but this pizza seems to know what kind of person it wants to be eaten by. You feel like you have turned up to write an exam and have not prepared for anything. You feel nervous, apprehensive. You screw up just like you always did in all your exams because you never in your life turned up for any exam fully prepared and for this you are prepared 0%.
And that guys is how groom hunting for an arrange marriage is going to work. You are just someone else's pizza and all your characteristics is your toppings.
Right now I am so jealous of all the people who have already eaten the pizza or have already decided what pizza they are going to have or at least know what exact toppings they want. And me ? I am still supposed to be thinking about the toppings. If I liked what I saw or not. I don't really know how I am supposed to do that. How exactly do you know what you would want on a pizza ?
P.S : I read somewhere that people who love to read fantasy and fiction are the people who don't like the real world that they live in. I am loving reading these two genres so much right now that I scared myself a little. :(
Friday, January 10, 2014
How ?
How do you describe yourself to someone ?
How do you put into sentences your love for reading ?
How do you tell them that you have these never endings thoughts in your head that you have to write down ?
How do you make someone understand that when you are writing and you curse the pen and your need to apologize to the pen ?
How do you tell someone the reason you prefer watching hollywood movies in theatre is because you tend to cry while watching bollywood movies ?
How do tell them that when you watch a bollywood movie in your home you bawl like a baby ?
How do you list all your OCDs to someone and not have them laugh at you ?
How do you explain your love for love ?
How do you explain to someone your whole imaginary world which is all in your head and not have them laugh at you ?
How do you make someone believe that you can be pretty crazy sometimes ? Because with your face, no one believes that you may be.
How do you tell someone that reading and writing is like food to your soul and without which a little part, which you love the most, will die ?
How to tell someone that you are a girl who likes long walks on the beach and not have them make fun of you ?
How do you make someone understand that a perfect gift for you would be a book, always a book and never a shoe or a dress ?
How do you tell someone that you would rather have a nexus 5 than dresses and shoes worth the equal amount ?
How do you make someone understand that if they break your trust once they can never have it back 100% and that is not what you want ?
How do you tell someone that the biggest compliment they can give is complimenting your writing and not how beautiful you look ?
How do you do it ?
How ?
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Randumb ?
When I was in engineering final year, we had to do a group project. Minimum of 2 people and maximum of 4 people could be in a group. I really wanted to do the project with this mallu girl because she was brainy and she was among the handful of people whom I respected. Well, anyway, I never asked her as I thought that she might want to do the project with these other mallu girls. Turned out she wanted to do the project with me too. She never asked because she thought that I would not do the project with her. My project was a humungus load of dog poop. I hated the whole idea but I was stuck with the idea because of my back stabbing best friends. I really liked the people whom I did the project with, but the project was a load of tosh. Even today I think back to that time when I wanted to ask her to do the project together and how different it would all be if only I had the guts to speak to her about the project that day.
I am writing this now because once again I am in a situation where I really want to do something but I cant. I wish society was not so full of rules and regulations. Frankly writing, a change in this whole boring, abhoring (is it not a word ? Well, it is now) routine would be really welcome.
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