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?
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