The “skeleton” web page is almost done. i designed the logo myself using paint and photoshop. i am getting a kick out of it. i gave a preview of the web page to my seniors and both the S and the reception has been wonderful. i am going to make it more stylish and incorporate more features. i only hope i don’t lose enthu mid-way as is wont to happen to me.
We might be going to Imphal next week. Plans are afloat for me to start working from home. i like my project – they are going the extra mile to ensure that i am not on leave without pay. The broadband connection and the power supply – that is what i am worried about. Lets see how things work out for me.
Friday, March 28, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
harvest my love
When my heart overflows with love,
Would you harvest some and save it
For the days when love runs low?
Would you harvest some and save it
For the days when love runs low?
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
ki title rakhbo?...
The training season is going to start from next month. S has roped me in for 4 classes. i was not too keen on taking classes again – it getting kinda boring. Oh well, i have to pay the price for being knowledgeable – don’t you love my immodesty?
i have volunteered to build the web page for our project. This has been in the pipeline for quite some while but since we are not that familiar with all the intricacies of web design, it never took off. Now i come flying to the rescue! i am agog with excitement. This is going to be my first “live” web page and my test by fire. i hope to create a better one than S did for his project!
S-onsite is going to be the event leader for this year’s walk for a well known NGO. He asked me about ways to attract more people this year. i will miss the event – i was hoping to run the half marathon this time.
Back home, my sister has bought an i-10 and Baba seems to be over the moon. He goes on about how nice the car is, how effortless the steering is. i think the old car is going to be totally neglected.
i have volunteered to build the web page for our project. This has been in the pipeline for quite some while but since we are not that familiar with all the intricacies of web design, it never took off. Now i come flying to the rescue! i am agog with excitement. This is going to be my first “live” web page and my test by fire. i hope to create a better one than S did for his project!
S-onsite is going to be the event leader for this year’s walk for a well known NGO. He asked me about ways to attract more people this year. i will miss the event – i was hoping to run the half marathon this time.
Back home, my sister has bought an i-10 and Baba seems to be over the moon. He goes on about how nice the car is, how effortless the steering is. i think the old car is going to be totally neglected.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
updates...
Back to work after a blissful long weekend.
Friday was holi – stale information, i know. We were too lazy to play with colours – we took the easy way out and “patted” each other’s cheeks with talcum powder-smeared hands! The morning started on a gloomy note. The driving lessons, what else. He got irritated with me because i did not slow down when approaching speed breakers. He went on with how i never listen to what he says. i was on the verge of tears because he was so unfair – ok, now you know i am a cry baby ..as if being a bitch was not enough!– and i braked the car hard, got off and sat in the back sulking. We drove home in silence. i went on a cleaning rampage – scoured the kitchen and bathrooms – to vent my anger (stupid of me, i should have just taken a nap!). He tried to make peace with me – he usually does that by asking me silly questions to make me laugh or at least see me suppress a smile. i completely ignored him – i am good at ignoring people, maybe has something to do with my being a super-snob. After some time, i got bored of sulking – so i went up to him and pummeled him with my tiny fists. We made up and i asked him out for a long drive. He agreed to indulge me and so off we went. But as luck would have it, the car was low on gas and all the petrol pumps were closed, it being holi. So we drove for about 2 hours and came back before the gas ran out.
Saturday was spent braving the hot afternoon sun trying to gather information on marble. We have finally decided on marble flooring instead of vitrified tiles – the tiles i want cost more than the marble. Did you know there so many varieties of marble? And the cost varies depending on the variety and the size of the slab. Bigger slabs are preferable as the “veins” of the marble show up nicely. i will be a marble expert pretty soon. We also got the boxes for the electric outlets and collected the design for the modular kitchen from Godrej. It is tiring but we want the best we can for our new home and the only way to ensure it is to oversee everything ourselves. We went for lunch at his favourite Chinese Restaurant – his treat for losing a bet.
These days, we have been both busy trying to learn new things. i am trying my hands at web design using CSS for the presentation and i am actually liking it. Every now and then, i start cooing in sheer delight when i get something right – like making the sidebar float! This is something entirely different and i am getting a kick out of it. Most of all, it is the joy of showing it off to him and getting that indulgent smile in return. He says i am getting good at it. And at driving too – after extracting a promise from him that he would not raise his voice at me when he is trying to teach me to drive, we went for another lesson on Sunday. It was drizzling and I think I did pretty well, changing gears smoothly, smarting avoiding hitting people who would not move out of the way but would rather turn around and stare at a female driving – and a chinky at that!
Life is treating me right – no, i am treating life right.
Friday was holi – stale information, i know. We were too lazy to play with colours – we took the easy way out and “patted” each other’s cheeks with talcum powder-smeared hands! The morning started on a gloomy note. The driving lessons, what else. He got irritated with me because i did not slow down when approaching speed breakers. He went on with how i never listen to what he says. i was on the verge of tears because he was so unfair – ok, now you know i am a cry baby ..as if being a bitch was not enough!– and i braked the car hard, got off and sat in the back sulking. We drove home in silence. i went on a cleaning rampage – scoured the kitchen and bathrooms – to vent my anger (stupid of me, i should have just taken a nap!). He tried to make peace with me – he usually does that by asking me silly questions to make me laugh or at least see me suppress a smile. i completely ignored him – i am good at ignoring people, maybe has something to do with my being a super-snob. After some time, i got bored of sulking – so i went up to him and pummeled him with my tiny fists. We made up and i asked him out for a long drive. He agreed to indulge me and so off we went. But as luck would have it, the car was low on gas and all the petrol pumps were closed, it being holi. So we drove for about 2 hours and came back before the gas ran out.
Saturday was spent braving the hot afternoon sun trying to gather information on marble. We have finally decided on marble flooring instead of vitrified tiles – the tiles i want cost more than the marble. Did you know there so many varieties of marble? And the cost varies depending on the variety and the size of the slab. Bigger slabs are preferable as the “veins” of the marble show up nicely. i will be a marble expert pretty soon. We also got the boxes for the electric outlets and collected the design for the modular kitchen from Godrej. It is tiring but we want the best we can for our new home and the only way to ensure it is to oversee everything ourselves. We went for lunch at his favourite Chinese Restaurant – his treat for losing a bet.
These days, we have been both busy trying to learn new things. i am trying my hands at web design using CSS for the presentation and i am actually liking it. Every now and then, i start cooing in sheer delight when i get something right – like making the sidebar float! This is something entirely different and i am getting a kick out of it. Most of all, it is the joy of showing it off to him and getting that indulgent smile in return. He says i am getting good at it. And at driving too – after extracting a promise from him that he would not raise his voice at me when he is trying to teach me to drive, we went for another lesson on Sunday. It was drizzling and I think I did pretty well, changing gears smoothly, smarting avoiding hitting people who would not move out of the way but would rather turn around and stare at a female driving – and a chinky at that!
Life is treating me right – no, i am treating life right.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
home - where is my home?
My mother called up my sister the other night - she wanted us to take care, i guess she was frightened there would be a backlash in the light of the killings of migrant workers in Manipur.
i could go on and on about how disgusting i find it – no, not my mother’s concern, the killings. But does it help any?
All i can think about is how ugly the place i call home has become – no, let me rephrase that, how ugly the people have made the place i call home. People – does that exclude me? i am, after all, one of them. But how do the acts of a few morons reflect on me?
Do i love the place i was born in? Yes, without a doubt. But do i want to go back? – No, not with all that ugliness. Am i running away from my responsibility? – Possibly. Imphal, unfortunately, has become a place that has lost its conscience. The people have made it so. Does my not protesting (but how do i do that? Do i shout out from the rooftop at those mindless thugs with guns?) make me one of them?
i hate these people who think of themselves as saviours of our society. We are much better off without them. Thank god i did not grow up with people dictating me what to wear, what language to speak, what to watch, what to read. They steal, they kill and all in the name of bettering our society. Which society will progress with such people at the helm? And the bitter truth is, they are there to stay.
Home – it is just a sweet memory now. i know i will never go back except for short sweet holidays. How much sadder could it get?
i could go on and on about how disgusting i find it – no, not my mother’s concern, the killings. But does it help any?
All i can think about is how ugly the place i call home has become – no, let me rephrase that, how ugly the people have made the place i call home. People – does that exclude me? i am, after all, one of them. But how do the acts of a few morons reflect on me?
Do i love the place i was born in? Yes, without a doubt. But do i want to go back? – No, not with all that ugliness. Am i running away from my responsibility? – Possibly. Imphal, unfortunately, has become a place that has lost its conscience. The people have made it so. Does my not protesting (but how do i do that? Do i shout out from the rooftop at those mindless thugs with guns?) make me one of them?
i hate these people who think of themselves as saviours of our society. We are much better off without them. Thank god i did not grow up with people dictating me what to wear, what language to speak, what to watch, what to read. They steal, they kill and all in the name of bettering our society. Which society will progress with such people at the helm? And the bitter truth is, they are there to stay.
Home – it is just a sweet memory now. i know i will never go back except for short sweet holidays. How much sadder could it get?
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
love is in the air...
There is nothing more i ask
then to start the day with you
And end it in your arms
i feel romance seeping out from every pore of my being today. i miss him terribly. i cannot wait for him to come back home (hope i can restrain myself from pouncing on him!!) i am planning to give him a surprise and make something nice for him. i just hope my good intentions don't evaporate on the way home.
My man - who can make me melt with his tenderness, who can make my blood boil over with his stubborness. He makes me smile, he makes me cry. He makes me laugh, he makes me fret.
Oh hell, how i love this man.
N.B. the driving saga continues. i nearly mowed down two people today. i was too busy craning my neck to watch the mo'bike coming from the opposite direction to see the couple standing right in front! It was lucky for them (and for me too) that he was with me. i slammed the brake so hard my foot nearly went through! My biggest problem is that i am wary of changing gears and braking. i forget to change gear when i slow down. His nerves are nearly as frayed as mine by now, i think. i want a bullock cart - no gears, no clutch, no brake..just bulls and bullshit!
then to start the day with you
And end it in your arms
i feel romance seeping out from every pore of my being today. i miss him terribly. i cannot wait for him to come back home (hope i can restrain myself from pouncing on him!!) i am planning to give him a surprise and make something nice for him. i just hope my good intentions don't evaporate on the way home.
My man - who can make me melt with his tenderness, who can make my blood boil over with his stubborness. He makes me smile, he makes me cry. He makes me laugh, he makes me fret.
Oh hell, how i love this man.
N.B. the driving saga continues. i nearly mowed down two people today. i was too busy craning my neck to watch the mo'bike coming from the opposite direction to see the couple standing right in front! It was lucky for them (and for me too) that he was with me. i slammed the brake so hard my foot nearly went through! My biggest problem is that i am wary of changing gears and braking. i forget to change gear when i slow down. His nerves are nearly as frayed as mine by now, i think. i want a bullock cart - no gears, no clutch, no brake..just bulls and bullshit!
Monday, March 17, 2008
driving myself crazy
i hate the clutch. i hate the accelerator and the brake. After more than 2 years, i tried my hands at driving again. He, most graciously, agreed to be my driving guru.
Saturday morning, 7 a.m., the alarm went off. Dragging ourselves up from sleep, we drove off to find a deserted place where we could start without me mowing down anyone.
He tried to get me familiar with those three stupid pedals – A, B and C. The first day went off pretty well – i did everything he wanted me to - turned corners, reversed etc. i was pleased. He was pleased.
Sunday. We found another relatively secluded stretch of road. Trouble struck. i started the car and it moved one inch and stopped. It happened like 10 times! He said i was not “coordinating” the accelerator and clutch right. He grew exasperated. i sulked and sat with my hands on my lap, trying to “murder” the stupid car with my deadliest looks. He told me sweetly to have patience and try again. Patience. My foot. This time, i concentrated like I have never before and it worked. The car moved! Things did not go smooth.
He: There is someone coming in front. Brake.
i pressed my foot down on the accelerator. He nearly had a heart attack i think. i recovered in time to press down hard on the brake but forgot the clutch. The car stopped. i did not end up killing anyone, thank god.
A bump on the road and i accelerate.
He: Why did you accelerate? Did you want the car to fly? (Sarcastic %$$%%^).
i (sheepishly grinning): i wanted to brake so i accelerated. (What?!!).
After one excruciating hour, i told him i wanted to go home. My legs hurt from pressing down too hard on the clutch. And i was perspiring like a pig. And i was thinking “i will just hire a driver to drive me around rather than drive myself and make my nerves fry”.
i was supposed to go today morning too. The alarm went off and he woke me up but i coaxed him into going back to sleep! Tomorrow, i hope the pedals will treat me better. If not, i am going to swear off driving. i would rather walk. And Grapes are so sour.
Saturday morning, 7 a.m., the alarm went off. Dragging ourselves up from sleep, we drove off to find a deserted place where we could start without me mowing down anyone.
He tried to get me familiar with those three stupid pedals – A, B and C. The first day went off pretty well – i did everything he wanted me to - turned corners, reversed etc. i was pleased. He was pleased.
Sunday. We found another relatively secluded stretch of road. Trouble struck. i started the car and it moved one inch and stopped. It happened like 10 times! He said i was not “coordinating” the accelerator and clutch right. He grew exasperated. i sulked and sat with my hands on my lap, trying to “murder” the stupid car with my deadliest looks. He told me sweetly to have patience and try again. Patience. My foot. This time, i concentrated like I have never before and it worked. The car moved! Things did not go smooth.
He: There is someone coming in front. Brake.
i pressed my foot down on the accelerator. He nearly had a heart attack i think. i recovered in time to press down hard on the brake but forgot the clutch. The car stopped. i did not end up killing anyone, thank god.
A bump on the road and i accelerate.
He: Why did you accelerate? Did you want the car to fly? (Sarcastic %$$%%^).
i (sheepishly grinning): i wanted to brake so i accelerated. (What?!!).
After one excruciating hour, i told him i wanted to go home. My legs hurt from pressing down too hard on the clutch. And i was perspiring like a pig. And i was thinking “i will just hire a driver to drive me around rather than drive myself and make my nerves fry”.
i was supposed to go today morning too. The alarm went off and he woke me up but i coaxed him into going back to sleep! Tomorrow, i hope the pedals will treat me better. If not, i am going to swear off driving. i would rather walk. And Grapes are so sour.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
:)
Phew! Just made the deadline. i must really do something about my last-minute coding. It is like i wait for the deadline to breath down my neck before i start coding. A turnover was due today and i started coding yesterday! i am getting worse as i get older. Sigh. i stayed back late yesterday and managed to complete the coding.
This week had been really hectic – it is tiring doing your stuff and making sure everyone else is doing the same. i need a break.
Hopefully, the driving lessons might commence this weekend if i am lucky. And if he is lucky, the car might survive too!
i am looking forward to this weekend – i just might coax him into going for a long, long drive. And if i don’t get my way, i just might sulk and spoil the weekend! God, how do people tolerate me?? Maybe because i am so lovable!! :)
This week had been really hectic – it is tiring doing your stuff and making sure everyone else is doing the same. i need a break.
Hopefully, the driving lessons might commence this weekend if i am lucky. And if he is lucky, the car might survive too!
i am looking forward to this weekend – i just might coax him into going for a long, long drive. And if i don’t get my way, i just might sulk and spoil the weekend! God, how do people tolerate me?? Maybe because i am so lovable!! :)
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
poems by husband for wife
K forwarded these poems - would seem more applicable if written for the husband by the wife, ni?
The rain makes all things beautiful.
The grass and flowers too.
If rain makes all things beautiful
Why doesn't it rain on you?
***************
God saw me hungry, he created pizza .
He saw me thirsty, he created Pepsi .
He saw me in dark, he created light .
He saw me without problems, he created YOU.
************
I wrote your name on sand it got washed.
I wrote your name in air, it was blown away. Then
I wrote your name on my heart & I got a Heart Attack.
The rain makes all things beautiful.
The grass and flowers too.
If rain makes all things beautiful
Why doesn't it rain on you?
***************
God saw me hungry, he created pizza .
He saw me thirsty, he created Pepsi .
He saw me in dark, he created light .
He saw me without problems, he created YOU.
************
I wrote your name on sand it got washed.
I wrote your name in air, it was blown away. Then
I wrote your name on my heart & I got a Heart Attack.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
boi mela
We went to the book fair on Saturday. As is wont to happen, we had a bit of a drama before that. As he had to go to office to complete something, we planned to go after he came back. He got stuck at work – i waited, fretted, read and promptly went off to sleep. He came back almost one hour late. i was pissed off – he tried to “manawo” me, i refused to be pacified. And then he got pissed off and i tried to placate him –which i am really bad at. In the end, we made up and went to bury the hatchet amongst books! This one incident made me realize that i am not a very understanding person and that i seem to go out of my way hunting for a fight. i am a spiteful person when things don’t go my way – i guess i am poor at dealing with disappointments.
i bought 6 books – five of them by Indian authors and one by Garcia (One hundred years of solitude –to make up for the copy i lost in SFO). i have now about a dozen unread books which makes me very happy. It was too crowded, i mean the fair, and i was feeling too tired to visit all the stalls. So we just went to penguin, Oxford, Rupa and some two other stalls. He being not much of a book lover just browsed while i scurried about sniffing at books.
And he got a much needed haircut. i don’t know why but last year, he decided he wanted to grow his hair long. i don’t like guys with long hair. But since it is his hair and all that, i refrained from saying anything except maybe the once-in-a-blue-moon wistfully curious question “are you not going to cut your hair?” His hair seems stunted – it seems to stay the same length as it was 3 months back. And it seems to have a mind of its own, curling this way and that way. It was all i could do to stop myself from begging him to cut it. But i believe personal preferences should be respected - as long as they don't cause me much grief! Sunday morning, i was pleasantly surprised when he asked me if he should cut his hair. i would have danced if i was not so busy cooking! i suppressed my excitement and managed to say “you should cut it”. So, after god knows how many months, i finally got to see my man with short hair (i was wondering whether i was doomed to die with the image of long-haired version of him.) He looks good enough to eat now. All i need is a tandoor big enough to roast him whole. Yuck. Where do these thoughts crop up from? i really have a disgusting sense of humour.
i bought 6 books – five of them by Indian authors and one by Garcia (One hundred years of solitude –to make up for the copy i lost in SFO). i have now about a dozen unread books which makes me very happy. It was too crowded, i mean the fair, and i was feeling too tired to visit all the stalls. So we just went to penguin, Oxford, Rupa and some two other stalls. He being not much of a book lover just browsed while i scurried about sniffing at books.
And he got a much needed haircut. i don’t know why but last year, he decided he wanted to grow his hair long. i don’t like guys with long hair. But since it is his hair and all that, i refrained from saying anything except maybe the once-in-a-blue-moon wistfully curious question “are you not going to cut your hair?” His hair seems stunted – it seems to stay the same length as it was 3 months back. And it seems to have a mind of its own, curling this way and that way. It was all i could do to stop myself from begging him to cut it. But i believe personal preferences should be respected - as long as they don't cause me much grief! Sunday morning, i was pleasantly surprised when he asked me if he should cut his hair. i would have danced if i was not so busy cooking! i suppressed my excitement and managed to say “you should cut it”. So, after god knows how many months, i finally got to see my man with short hair (i was wondering whether i was doomed to die with the image of long-haired version of him.) He looks good enough to eat now. All i need is a tandoor big enough to roast him whole. Yuck. Where do these thoughts crop up from? i really have a disgusting sense of humour.
Monday, March 10, 2008
double century - do i get a bonus?
This is my 200th post – should i bring out the champagne? Oh i forgot you don’t drink (that is my cynical half talking to the other “rosy” half).
Why do i blog? Why do i do most of the things i do – simply because i want to. i am a person singularly led by her wants and needs – which leads to all the conflicts in my life. i think blogging is an extension of my diaries – i wrote religiously in college and it is a joy to revisit the memories through my words. Which explains why all the posts are about me – my favourite topic is i, me, myself.
i thought this post should be on the most important person in my life – more important than myself! – my mother. She is a wonderful woman – i would not have been where i am right now without her and i am not talking about my physical existence. As i grow older, i think i appreciate her more – because i realize just what she went through to ensure that we got the best of everything. She is one person who has taught me to respect all religions, to be a better human being. i love and admire her very much. If i had inherited at least 10% of her goodness, i would have been a really nice gypsy. Well, at least, i have the fortune of having her as my mother. Ema, i love you – i know i don’t say this often but it does not mean i love you any less than if i chanted it every waking hour. i know i have been/still am a difficult daughter but please know that i treasure you more than anything else in this world. i wish i were like you –which i know i will never be because i am much too selfish. In god i don’t believe but if there is anybody i worship, it is my mother.
Why do i blog? Why do i do most of the things i do – simply because i want to. i am a person singularly led by her wants and needs – which leads to all the conflicts in my life. i think blogging is an extension of my diaries – i wrote religiously in college and it is a joy to revisit the memories through my words. Which explains why all the posts are about me – my favourite topic is i, me, myself.
i thought this post should be on the most important person in my life – more important than myself! – my mother. She is a wonderful woman – i would not have been where i am right now without her and i am not talking about my physical existence. As i grow older, i think i appreciate her more – because i realize just what she went through to ensure that we got the best of everything. She is one person who has taught me to respect all religions, to be a better human being. i love and admire her very much. If i had inherited at least 10% of her goodness, i would have been a really nice gypsy. Well, at least, i have the fortune of having her as my mother. Ema, i love you – i know i don’t say this often but it does not mean i love you any less than if i chanted it every waking hour. i know i have been/still am a difficult daughter but please know that i treasure you more than anything else in this world. i wish i were like you –which i know i will never be because i am much too selfish. In god i don’t believe but if there is anybody i worship, it is my mother.
Friday, March 07, 2008
lunch and love
i am feeling like an overstuffed pigeon after the project lunch. A is in town for his Visa stamping and he took us out for lunch. We tried a new place – supposedly up market but i didn’t like the food that much – and i feel queasy. Maybe I ate too much – such a glutton.
Right after coming back from lunch, S dragged me to yet another interview. i don’t know why he is so taken up with my “interview skills”. And to add ghee to the fire, the HR guys told me they would ask me to conduct more interviews because they think I am so good at it – i threatened to resign if they even think of it. I am getting a kick out of making the candidates feel uncomfortable – i am so so good at being bitchy, it is almost like a talent!
Right now, all i want to do is eat a bottle of hajmola and pass out. i think something in the food didn’t agree with me. i feel like my innards have been greased – too rich food.
On the home front, peace seems to be the resident deity right now. i guess we have no more battles left – we are out of fights! We plan to go to the book fair this weekend – i was getting so tense about missing it. And the driving classes have not commenced yet – he says we should get up around 6 in the morning (i nearly fainted when i heard him say these cruel words) but we have not been able to rouse ourselves from sleep before 7:30 what with the late nights (not out but in!). i hope this season of love and understanding lasts. i hope i continue to be patient with him. Amen.
Right after coming back from lunch, S dragged me to yet another interview. i don’t know why he is so taken up with my “interview skills”. And to add ghee to the fire, the HR guys told me they would ask me to conduct more interviews because they think I am so good at it – i threatened to resign if they even think of it. I am getting a kick out of making the candidates feel uncomfortable – i am so so good at being bitchy, it is almost like a talent!
Right now, all i want to do is eat a bottle of hajmola and pass out. i think something in the food didn’t agree with me. i feel like my innards have been greased – too rich food.
On the home front, peace seems to be the resident deity right now. i guess we have no more battles left – we are out of fights! We plan to go to the book fair this weekend – i was getting so tense about missing it. And the driving classes have not commenced yet – he says we should get up around 6 in the morning (i nearly fainted when i heard him say these cruel words) but we have not been able to rouse ourselves from sleep before 7:30 what with the late nights (not out but in!). i hope this season of love and understanding lasts. i hope i continue to be patient with him. Amen.
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Yesterday was spent conducting interviews. And i was at my bitchy best, i think. The first two candidates were female currently working in a well known IT firm. Maybe they thought since they are not freshers, they would get the soft treatment. Yeah right. They didn’t even remember the basic things – one of them said the base of the decimal system is 12. i was dumbfounded – i just sort of stared at her mesmerized by the statement. They could not even get the truth table of AND and OR right. Can you beat that?
The third guy wanted to change company because the project he is in right is not “friendly”. But he likes the work he does. So i asked him whether he would prefer working in a friendly environment doing something he does not want to do. He got all flustered. i guess i was deliberately needling the poor guy. i hope they complain about me and thankfully, nobody would ask me to conduct another interview ever again.
He came back yesterday after almost 10 days at home – which explains why the posts have been fight-free. But it is nice to have him back. Fights and all, he is still my man. He is going to teach me how to drive – I spent some thousand bucks learning from a driving school some years back. I had even managed to drive on a road the size of a ribbon bordering a pond (hell, I was so scared I was going to drive straight into the pond – I even looked around to see if there was anybody around who would rescue me!)
The third guy wanted to change company because the project he is in right is not “friendly”. But he likes the work he does. So i asked him whether he would prefer working in a friendly environment doing something he does not want to do. He got all flustered. i guess i was deliberately needling the poor guy. i hope they complain about me and thankfully, nobody would ask me to conduct another interview ever again.
He came back yesterday after almost 10 days at home – which explains why the posts have been fight-free. But it is nice to have him back. Fights and all, he is still my man. He is going to teach me how to drive – I spent some thousand bucks learning from a driving school some years back. I had even managed to drive on a road the size of a ribbon bordering a pond (hell, I was so scared I was going to drive straight into the pond – I even looked around to see if there was anybody around who would rescue me!)
Monday, March 03, 2008
nice weekend....
i had a good weekend – after a long time it seems. My sister and i went to the new mall which is being touted as the biggest one this side of the planet. OK, it is swanky – more or less a carbon copy of the ones in US. It will be amusing to visit it once the mercury hits mid-thirties – i bet it is going to be overcrowded what it being AC-ed and all that. We went to bachou’s place and stayed over for dinner. Emaibem cooked ilish maach especially for me -it was delicious, as always. As i keep saying, it is not my fault that i am a spoilt brat – it is just that there are too many people willing to pamper me!!
Sunday was spent sprucing up the apartment. When my parents visited, i was forced to buy one of those steel almirah from Godrej – my sister and i were content with those portable moreh cupboards! It is now overflowing with my sister’s clothes! i am surprised at the amount of clothes she has managed to hoard. i think i come from a family of hoarders – my parents hang on to old things saying you might never know when they might be useful. i hang on to old letters, cards, pressed flowers and all that stuffs that ought to have been thrown away ages back. Just like i hoard memories in my head – memories of rain-soaked evenings, memories of the first touch, the first kiss, the fights, tear-stained memories, happy memories, carefree memories….It is a wonder i have not ran out of memory space!!
S has been after me to conduct some interviews to recruit people for his project. As i am a mean person, i refused. i am becoming bored of interviews. He has been like –the sourcing guy says you ask such good questions- but i told him if he thinks of trying to change my mind by flattering me he does not know me. i know he is going to nag me, make sad faces till i am forced to go scare some poor freshers. Cruel gypsy.
Sunday was spent sprucing up the apartment. When my parents visited, i was forced to buy one of those steel almirah from Godrej – my sister and i were content with those portable moreh cupboards! It is now overflowing with my sister’s clothes! i am surprised at the amount of clothes she has managed to hoard. i think i come from a family of hoarders – my parents hang on to old things saying you might never know when they might be useful. i hang on to old letters, cards, pressed flowers and all that stuffs that ought to have been thrown away ages back. Just like i hoard memories in my head – memories of rain-soaked evenings, memories of the first touch, the first kiss, the fights, tear-stained memories, happy memories, carefree memories….It is a wonder i have not ran out of memory space!!
S has been after me to conduct some interviews to recruit people for his project. As i am a mean person, i refused. i am becoming bored of interviews. He has been like –the sourcing guy says you ask such good questions- but i told him if he thinks of trying to change my mind by flattering me he does not know me. i know he is going to nag me, make sad faces till i am forced to go scare some poor freshers. Cruel gypsy.
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