HP Habba

HP Habba, thats the name of the fest we had last week for our BU in HP, festival of no work and all play. Rehearsed for the show for 3 weeks.The week before the event were just packed. No work and just practice, realized how much I lagged behind at work after the fest. I enjoyed myself completely. More than event, I had great fun at the practice sessions. I made many new friends, now I exchange pleasantries with people I never spoke to before. And few of us call one another with the names of the roles we played in the skit. I got the chance to act, dance and even sing a couple of lines from a jingle. All of which won me few admirers.

Our team won the runner-up prize which was well deserved. The prizes were a let down. It didnt quite gratify the participants for their hard work, even the dinner treat wasnt re-imbursed, but just thinking about the whole experience, the rehearsals, hunting for costumes, the discussions about the script, evening snack time, the bus ride to the auditorium, advertising our show, cheering for our team which reminded me of my college days, screaming and whistling, praying and hoping we make it through the show without any major flaws,the tension, the smug expressions on our face when any other team didnt perform well and feeling envious of the team that did, and finally celebrating was simply superb and unforgettable.

I liked this photo of my dance, its different :)

Choco-Delight

yeah!yeah! I finally have almost enough chocolates to finally realise my fantasy I had for years. I've always fantasized about building a house with chocolates and candies. How lovely! Well, not to the magnitude of a real house but atleast now I can build a doll house. I resisted eating all chocolates gifted to me on my birthday, grateful to all my friends who gifted them, just to see how much I can collect. Now my cupboard looks so beautiful. My first love has always been chocolates and if I see any eatable flavored with this, I just devour it. So maybe in few days I wont fit into my clothes. I can visualise few reading this would be drooling and would envy my collection. But dont come looking for it. Tonight is the night for this glutton to indulge herself in what she loves to do.

A Twist In the Tale

Ok. So I got my hair permed. Why make it a big deal?! Everyday having the same hair, combing it the same way, was boring and I experimented with my hair,which I have done lots of time before but hasnt been this noticeable, Because my hair would get back to normal pretty soon. I was stuck with the same hair style for almost 7 years and just went to my trusted beautician and asked her to do anything different no matter if its even on a wild side. I really liked it. So now i'm talk of HULKUL(my building) for having a weird hairdo. Seriously didnt crave for attention but feels great to do something other than the ordinary. Few have actually liked it.The most interesting way of looking it is, *critics* of people like me trying to do different, are the ones who have nothing interesting happening in their lives so they try to find funny things in our lives to joke about. This was not my words but I totally agree with this. This has certainly worked in my advantage. My parents always talk about offers I'm getting for marriage during weekends when I'm at home. They were thinking of giving up to plan the "meetings" when i cut my hair short. Now, they just dont talk about it.

Birthday Bumps

Turned a year older this week, but didnt become any wiser. Didnt have the enthusiasm to celebrate it this year, not scared that I'm growing old but marking this day as special and throwing a party sounds a bit silly now.I think its only on our birthday, we realise how many friends we have, when they convey their wishes and especially when they ask for treat. I was overwhelmed by the fact that I have lots of friends and I owe most of them a treat for my birthday and also for becoming an aunt. I can celebrate for being blessed by a cute niece. Thats the best gift I've got for my birthday.

When Luck Runs Out..

I have noticed this behaviour in young men for past few months, though it cant be generalised. I feel quite a number of guys who are still in early twenties are becoming anxious about still being single. If they are unlucky once or twice the world ends there! Though it is considered cool to flaunt a girlfriend or many, I used to see my friends enjoy their single status. Ok now I must tell why i'm writing all these.Yesterday few of my friends and me met to have dinner together. Purpose, one of 'em was feeling depressed. Agenda, to cheer him up. Action , just chit-chat and have fun.The reason behind his achy-breaky heart is what makes this interesting. Some jyothish had told him couple of months ago that in the next 58 days he'll meet his dream girl, if not now then never. My poorfool friend has taken this to heart. Yesterday was 57th day and he hasnt met his "girl" yet. So my dejected friend wanted to hang out with his buddies to feel better. Today is the D-day, and can imagine him letting out a sigh sitting in front of his computer, trying to fix a bug which he should have done ages ago, reading all the thread mails and forwards.While some of my friends tried to sympathise with him, all I had to say is, "get a life!!".We are meeting again today to make the "unlucky" one, chirk up.

bundle of joy

Last weekend I had been to mysore, and finally got to hold my new born niece. She is so tiny,pink and cuddly. I cried tears of joy when mom placed her on my lap, it was pure bliss .It was wonderful to watch her smile with dimples on her cheeks, make cute expressions on her face and cry only when she is hungry. And she is wrapped up in pink diapers, clothes and pink blankets,lovely sight to see. It was overwhelming to see purest form of love between the mother and her daughter.

I salute women's strength and endurance.I'm not just saying this because I'm one too. Women are classified as weak beings, coz we cry for petty reasons, get emotional for everything and some of us are not strong enough to be leaders in male dominated society, but to bear a child in her for nine months, and bringing it to this world enduring pain thats beyond comprehension unless one feels it, is what makes a woman great. And it doesnt end here, taking care of the baby 24/7, staying awake at nights, feeding and cleaning. After being in labor for more than a day my sister still had the composure to smile at the visitors and had the strength to walk! which made me admire and respect her even more than I did.

Stupid mistake

I have commited the most stupid mistake of my life yet. Knew I was never a very intelligent human being when it comes to taking decisions , but I could be such a pudden head ? thats new discovery about myself.Well, as the saying goes, 'what goes around,comes around'. This mistake taught me a very valuable lesson.It made me taste my own medicine. Now I really know how a person would feel when faced with situation like the one I did.Guess I'm not lucky in everything and I'l be more cautious now.I have made dumb things before,so like always I'l laugh at this too and get on with my life but never forgetting what was learnt.

Theme song

I have this song always stuck in my head.Its my theme song..theme for my life. At first when I came to know that few people have theme songs,I thought it was silly.But now I have got addicted to this.I sing it when I am happy, sad or just feeling low.Sometimes I sing it loud or tap my fingers only to get weird stares from people around me.It really helps to feel good about myself.I now often sing it in my head when I walk to office in the morning and I'm lot more cheerful to face the day ahead. Here is excerpt from it.

I've been down.. this road
walking along ...swallowing my pride
and I have made mistakes in my life
that I...just cant hide
oh I believe i'm ready..
to what world has got for me
got myself together.. now I'm ready to sing
I've been searhing for my soul tonight
got so much to see in life
and got to shine a light
and find my way back home...


so, the reader has any?

A friend..a gentleman

I asked a friend of mine to accompany me for shopping on saturday.He is the only guy I know who says "I love shopping"!So he didnt complain even a little bit. I was a bit apprehensive about the whole idea coz he is not a very close friend of mine. I have met few guys who have mistook my intentions of being very friendly, and they end up asking me out.He helped me buy clothes, he knew lot of details regarding women clothing [like what size fits me,what color would look good on a girl, if the material is good..etc] i was totally surprised.I saw him enjoy suggesting me what clothes to buy, even forced me to buy a knitwear which he liked a lot .Though i didnt see the necessity to buy one in spring season.He found it hard to believe that i had selected all that i needed to buy in less than a hour.I am really impressed by his behaviour. He was decent and well mannered. I feel proud to have gentleman like him as my friend.

Reborn again!

I am so happy that i feel like jumping and screaming [ did that on my bed actually ] Something i thought i have lost has been given back to me. Friendship is what i value most in my life and when i felt i'm losing my best friend, I was shattered..it was like a slow poison ..killing me. This friend of mine was so precious to me. And amidst all this another good friend of mine put me through it all over again, this time I cursed my fate.I lost my faith in pure friendship and swore that i'm not going to have any more friends. My new friend was quick to realise that i was hurting and he was so caring that he promised to be there whenever i need him. He gave me the strength to face the situation i had with my best friend. We were able to rebuild our friendship again.

Stung by music

I'm not a fan of STING, an English pop artist(Dont even know his real name ) but on friday i had been to his live concert. I wasnt too sure i wanted to go, but my Brother-in-law insisted i must accompany him and his friend.This surprised me coz my BIL is an avid fan of metal music. We arrived at the venue a little early so stood very close to the stage(and too close to the loud speakers too...that expains my headache the next day).Then after a delay of 1 hour,Sting finally arrived on stage, dressed like a true englishman.He performed most of his hits...i knew only few, which i like,but his fans were singing along, jumping and screaming.My BIL's friend, who loves Sting, kept pushing her way into the crowd. The crowd was pretty decent and well behaved.And I must say,he has a golden voice.An artist who knows what music is...has great depth in his voice.The show ended two hours later.This was the first music concert i have attended.Overall a good experience.

The great escape!

This was one of the bravest stunt i have pulled off during my college days,of course with some help from my friends.On new year's eve, friends from my PU college had a pyjama party.All the girls danced and stuffed ourselves with junk food till we felt sick..and finally settled on the floor.We remembered this incidence and all of us burst into laughter and patted one another's back for being successful at it.

This happened on the eve of our college's cultural fest.Our group, 'blossoms' as we proudly call it,had to perform a dance for the event...and it was time for the final rehersal.But Mr.MRK, our chemistry lecturer was conducting a special class,(after hours) and not in favor of the event, he would not let us go.And six of us had to come up with something to get out.So this was the plan. I dropped my head on the desk and moaned,my neighbor(partner in crime) yelled out to the lecturer and said I was sick,he came to my seat, i had to put up an act(its very difficult to fool this man) and luckily he was convinced,so he asked my friend to take me home.While we were about to leave,my friend said she needs one more person to ride the bike, coz she didnt have one.Without even doubting the fact that three would be riding a single bike,he gave permission to another.So three down,three more to go.One of them slipped out when he turned towards the board.We bribed an attendant to pretend to call the remaining two to the principal's office."These girls are in trouble again,silly girls" is what they overheard him muttering.BOOM!! everyone out!Few minutes later he realised that the notorious gang of SDM had escaped from his class!Later my classmates told us that he was furious! He had clenched his fist and yelled..

After the fest I was summoned at the principal's office coz I was the class representative. But since we had put up such a great show at the fest, our 'bol bhatta' just smiled and excused us with a warning not to repeat it. But sad we were'nt in the college for the next year's fest.

Me(n)tal bliss!

This is about my ride back to Bangalore on sunday. My friends decided to travel by bus, I hate that. I was cribbing about it,just then my BIL,who was supposed to leave the next morning decided to leave sunday afternoon coz he had to finalize a business deal that evening. He asked me to come along,I cant thank him enough for it! We got in the car and zoomed towards Bangalore.
So... Megadeth's greatest hits+ Metallica's greatest hits+Garage hits+superb car stereo+gr8 coffee at the coffee day near bidadi+ an OK road, part of the road is really good=one of the best journeys of my life :)

imbroglio....

I am in such a confused state of mind this week, if this continues i will definitely become demented. Cant write about it too.. I cant even talk about this with my closest friend coz that person is one of the accused. Its a general notion that women are complex in nature, but i say men make life complicated for them! atleast to a certain extent. Dont like to write much about this now.

new year resolution...

I think i'm little talkative... my new friends dont see this quality in me,i wonder why. But friends who have known me for years will know what i'm talking about. I sometimes blabber utter nonsense. So i thought of making a resolution this time (dont remember having any). I am trying to talk less and believe me, its hard.
I am so tempted to open my mouth for every discussion that happens around me! i shut my mouth but all these thoughts and words i intended to say echo in my mind. I dont know if i can stick to this one for long, but i am definetly giving it my best shot.

my father and me...

Today was a special day for me.A day for father daughter bonding . At first me and my dad just went out together to meet our auditor.We had to discuss some IT related issues. It was a 20 minutes drive and our car, a basic model of Maruti 800, is fitted with no extra gadgets,obviously no stereo too.So i started to hum, and strangely it was tune from a very famous song of a kannada movie. To my surprise my dad starting singing it! After that, his smile turned into a chukle and later we both laughed. Few minutes later i popped a mint into my mouth and offered him one too. This is the one with a hole and we remembered the advertisement of this brand,where a boy tries to whistle thru' the hole, so we both tried it too! and in no time we both were whistling away to glory like kids. After the visit, on our way back, I was behind the wheels and my dad tought me few new tricks in driving (which i think wont use 'em again). We both returned home happy and cheerful, my mother seemed surprised coz the whole day my father was in a bad mood.It had been so long my father and I had spent some quality time with together.

New life...

I have almost adjusted myself to changes that have happened since i settled in Bangalore.. I feel things are very different in this city compared to my home town. I was not comfortable leading an independent life here at the beginning, doing all the household chores, even washing my clothes everyday! But its better than sharing a room with a stranger.

Last saturday i did shopping all by myself...felt strange but was a nice experience. Economic independence has made me happy,was able to afford good gifts for my family.Though i'll be staying in this city for days to come...I have left my heart back in mysore :)

These days...

Last two days have been really boring....i'm in office for almost 12 hours!All i've been doing is testing,though interesting,testing work for more than 2 weeks is a real downer. I come early in the morning to check my e-mails but cant go home early coz my room is almost a prison cell...i have nothing to do to pass time.All i can do is play the damn radio and read a novel, which i'm forced to as i dont have any other. Got to think of ways to spend my spare time in useful and creative ways.

House away from home

I moved into my new place (actually a 2 decade old apartment....as a PG)..feels weird a little coz i have to live alone.... away from family...yesterday i arranged all the things...took me 3 rickshaw trips to get my stuff :D I'm living with an old lady, she talks a lot...mostly blabbering the same words repeatedly....but its OK with me, she is a good woman...old ppl might be irritating but one should learn to adjust...

The only source of entertainment in my house is a small radio which plays shrill music of two radio stations.... i keep switching the stations often.Yesterday was my first stay...it was a cold and lonely night ! :D .......today morning i had to wake up early wash the bathroom........(i'm very particular abt clean bathrooms....and personal hygiene)...wash my clothes....tidy up the place...have breakfast in a hotel.......and then office....phew!!

Life's Like That......

Yesterday i experienced one of the most funniest moments of my life ;)my sis and i were packing up all the stuff at her home coz she was shifting.All the clothes were dumped on the sofa in the living room.Late in the evening (arnd 9 30 pm)my BIL's friend dropped in to say hi(without any notice).......i opened the door (not expecting a guest) and i was startled. The house was in a mess, since my sis and bil were busy i picked up the entire pile of clothes(it was HUGE!) and tried to shift it to the nearest bedroom (meanwhile this friend of my bil's was watching my plight and didnt offer to help). After dumping it on the bed i came back and to my astonishment i saw all the underwears had fallen on the floor (like the story of thumbalina....but here it was not breadcrumbs ;)....).I sheepishly smiled at the surprised guest and picked it all up( the guest was trying to act as if he didnt see anything....and trying hard to control his laugh)I escaped into my room and didnt come out till he left :)