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P-da gave a treat. We went to this oft-visited restuarant where we always end up having the same thing -kabab and briyani! It was just the three of us - me, SC and P-da. We ordered too much and we had a hard time trying not to waste anything. i gave the excuse that, given my petite size, i should not be forced to eat anything more than usual. So the onus of being the dust bin was taken by SC. The greedy pig that he is, he even ordered an icecream! i made sure that he did not waste anything.

i am feeling really stuffed. And after a series of false starts, my code did work! Hurrah. Well, actually, 1/4 of the code. i still have three programs to complete. Hee hee..i am getting hysterical!

midweek crisis

Got my H1 stamped. Went for the interview on monday. Had to wait for more than an hour before i was asked 3-4 questions and told that my visa was approved. All over in less than a minute. Hah.

Have a deadline on monday and i am still not even halfway. What is new, you say. Nothing. i need deadlines to bring out the best in me. The only time i get to code is when the kids are done with their tasks. And that means after 6.

And to think i have to cook after i go back because there is no leftover that i can feed him (and myself too)! He said we can always order from somewhere. And because i am stupid and stubborn, i don't want to do that. i can never think of hiring a cook. i don't trust people to cook better than me. Maybe except ema and emaibem.

i should get back to coding.

charity

It is his mother’s birthday tomorrow and he wanted to donate some money to an orphanage. As is the way of life, he delegated me to find a suitable place where we could donate. i suggested Mother’s children home. Since it is a bit far away, he asked me to look for something nearer home. How tough would that be, you would think.

i have been searching like crazy since yesterday. i googled. Zilch. In frustration i turned to SC. He gave me hope – his wife apparently donates regularly to some organizations and he would supply the contact number. He sent me a link today. i click on the “Contact Us” link only to see “page under construction”. Somehow i managed to dig up a mail-id. i am still waiting for the reply. Tried calling up a number listed on their mother site – and a female answered “Wrong Number”.

Here i am – all ready to donate. And i cannot find a @%**** organization!! Maybe i should listen to SC- he has been pestering me to donate the money to him!!

This is not the first time i have been disheartened. i remember trying to find a place to volunteer on weekends. The responses i got were enough to make me want to tear my hair out. One place, i was asked why i wanted to volunteer in such a tone as if i had expressed my desire to commit some act of stupidity. i tried so many places – no, we only need volunteers on weekdays, no weekend; we are not interested in people who want to make a difference. In the end, i gave up and decided to stay at home and paint.

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS…

i decided to make a last try and called up an orphanage and, bless them, someone did pick up the phone!! So i am going to be able to donate after all!!!

happy

i had a wonderful weekend. i was thinking we should go somewhere considering that it was a long weekend. But he had to go to office on Saturday. i almost started sulking but he told me maybe we should learn to enjoy what we have instead of fretting over what we don’t have! Well, i was floored – i know only too well the truth of those words but me being me, i let the small things get to me. But this time around, I decided to live for the moment and not be too much of a bitch.

We decided to eat out yesterday night – i thought we should try out a Thai restaurant but oh hell, i was so disappointed. It was expensive and the food was such a letdown. But we had a great time. And that is what counts.

After what seemed like ages, we played ludo. The loser had to prepare breakfast. It was a nail-biting finish and i lost! It was such fun.

Btw, there was a quiz on freedom struggle last Thursday and we won the third prize. i am planning to build a library with the books i buy from the prize money!!!!

on why i love sleeping....

This is happening to me for maybe the nth time. i have a particularly messy code to fix and the turnover is tomorrow. The client suggested a code which i did not like. It was not elegant and i was not comfortable enough to load it. Yesterday was spent trying to figure out a bug in one of the kids' code. So i did not have a chance to look into the problem i was supposed to fix. i even took a printout of the program hoping to maybe read it at home and figure out an elegant solution. Of course, i did not even take out the printout when i reached home - talk about trying to juggle between career and home!

Anyway, i woke up in the middle of the night and came up with this simple but elegant fix. i mean, i just woke up and thought "hey, maybe i should fix it this way". i guess my sub-conscious mind was working on this porblem the whole time i was watching the silly serials and those haseena doing the stunts on Khataron ki khiladi! This has happened many times before. i would just wake up and come up with solutions to problems that seemed seemingly unsolvable during my waking hours. Does it mean my sub-conscious mind is so much more powerful than the conscious one i am so proud of? But then, who cares. Conscious or sub-conscious, my mind is my own.

i talked to SM and told him about it and he said it was the best solution to this problem. Now, i have to tell my client that i am not going to code the way he wants me to and try not hurt his ego!!

flog me, please

My Visa interview is scheduled for next Monday. i hate the whole process – esp. the waiting for the interview. As it is, i am never asked more than two-three questions before they decide that i am all OK to get that visa. So it gets my goat to sit there for 2-3 hours for my turn.

i was asked today when i wanted to go onsite. Now that i am getting my way, i want to delay the trip for some months at least! i am so fickle – like a candle in the wind (now, what is that supposed to mean?). And to think i have turned down the promotion for this! i am so undecided about life! i cannot make up my mind whether to float or to drown. i need to be flogged to death.