Papoosh etc - Marriage, Motherhood, Mayhem and Musings!

YIPPEEE:))))) Someone teach me how to do the tribal dance, or I'll horrify people here with my utterly graceless prancing...yess....I got a, well, kinda promotion and I got a HIKE. Am I on top of the world or what... List of things to do with extra cash... 1) Look for a proper house, now that I can pay decent rent 2) Buy that MP3 player I've been eyeing for so long??? 3) Get a new wardrobe???? 4) Join music classes??? 5) Party harder :))) 6) Buy a washing machine??? Shit.....I gotta choose now...how I hate this, why didn't I get a good enough hike to be able to do aallll of that??? But I got a hike nevertheless..sorry, cannot wipe that goofy smile off my face for sometime now :P. Have been house hunting for the past few days now, and it is so damn difficult. Suddenly, even the auto wallah who lives in a proper house as aginst a room seems better placed in life than me. First I go the broker and tell him what I'm looking for and my budget, and invariably, the first thing

Am sick sick sick. Sick and tired of dirty politics, tired of people saying one thing and meaning another, tired of finding out there are hidden agendas behind almost everything people do, tired of finding out people aren't what you thought they were. So tired of trying to keep afloat, when there a hundred things pulling you down. Tired of knowing trust is a four letter word now; tired of keeping the smile on my face, when all I want to do is breakdown, find a shoulder to cry on for a while, to just be able to let all this misery out, so I can make place for better feelings, so I won't feel it piercing me inside all the time. Everytime I feel the tears welling up, I remind myself there are people who've been dealt far worse cards, who are battling greater tragedies everyday, and try and feel better. But I've realised its not the best way to handle it. Just end up bottling it up some more, and now I've left it so far behind that it takes a while to know what hurt fee

I was listening to Jhini by Indian Ocean today..how I love their music, and was reminded of a 'civilised' arguement I'd had sometime ago with an obnoxious "I am far better than you, you suck" kind of female. My trainer was going back to the US and since she liked Indian Ocean, we (all the trainees) had decided to gift her a CD of Jhini. Now, Ms Nose-up-in-the-air wasn't exactly part of the gang, infact, was a friend of another, who'd decided this farewell was the time to multitask, and had decided to invite her too . Not that I actually have anything against people gatecrashing other people's get togethers but I do like them to remember their manners; yes, the same manners that we're taught right from when we're still dripping saliva off our toothless mouths. Hmm..I must stop digressing so much..so back to the female and her manners. All of us (the ones who actually were a part of the farewell) were chit-chatting and generally having a ball of

I hope all of you had a wonderful Diwali, I ofcourse was working, but more than made up for it over the weekend :))); inspite of not exactly celebrating diwali, my weekend after a long time had a beautiful relaxed feel to it. V ofcourse lucky bum that he is, had almost an entire week off from Thursday to Monday, which for me is always good news..I get more "US" time. Coming back to work after one has had such a lovely break, to put it mildly sucks. And me, in my ever-lunatic way, have no option but to make myself feel better by acting like an absolute madcap, be double the chatterbox that I normally am and ofcourse giggle giggle giggle like nobody's business. The only downside to all this happy business is the amount of sweets I've been gorging on. Everyone's come in with some sweet or the other, so since the time I came in to work today, I've had a royal spread of coconut laddoos and two kinds of kaju barfis and chaklis and chocolates (rum chocolates at th

Phew! The last two haven't been the best of days, but I changed perspective a little, and now am back to being the madcap that I normally am :)))) It feels so good to have me back. At the risk of sounding highly uncouth and uneducated and an irresponsible human being, what is it with people nowadays?? Its festival time, the time we always associate with the pataakas and the chakras, and the chocolate bombs, and my all time fave the oosi pataasu . Suddenly this backlash with people advocating pataaka free diwalis and the whole deal about cracking down on bombs, and 'inspirational' stories about children celebrating a pataaka free diwali and urging others to do the same is simply so ..for lack of a better word..fake. Now that environment is the HOT topic doing the rounds, everyone wants to be a me-too and jump onto the bandwagon, even when the commitment isn't really there towards the cause. The " hum bhi maadern log hain" phenomenon seems to be spreading like w

GECIS was sold today. As I discuss the implications of this with fellow ex-GECIS'ers, it brings back so many fond memories of the time I spent there. I guess the "first job" holds the same kind of nostalgia that "first love" holds, or maybe more in some ways. My dream of going back there someday at a better position, as part of management might now never come true, but it's still nice to think of what might have been. I made friends for life there. Learnt so much that I've been able to put to use within and outside the workplace. It was the place for me to start off, without the walls of hierarchy to adhere to, I learnt how to maintain relationships at work, how to make things work for you. And ofcourse, I was intorduced to the dirty world of office politics. A lot to be thankful to a first job for sure. But above all that, I'm grateful for the people I met there, the quickthinking minds I interacted with, and ofcourse for V. ........................

Am trying to figure out if I should feel sad or glad {surprise..I can rhyme too :)))} . For the nine hours I spend at work, I barely put in an hours worth of work most days. Yes, I can feel those jealous vibes, but I could tear my hair out. I can only spend so much time writing, what do i do the rest of the time I spend in office? And imagine all the weight I'm putting on, thanks to countless trips to the cafeteria to get rid of sheer boredom, and all the extra money I spend on books, and music and paraphernalia to make my desk look better than the showcase at home. There has to be something to justify these precious hours of my life I while away here. So here I make my list of things to be thankful to my office for: 1) I have the bestest desk in office..photos, soft toys..the works 2) I eat good food(no not the subsidised meals) and lots of it. All thanks to the cafeteria and Cafe Coffee day wallah. 3) I have loads and loads of amazing forwards that I cannot get myself to get rid

I've always considered myself ,temperamentally, a very even-keeled person. Infact my mother's favourite line when in a temper used to be calling me rhino-skinned. Nothing (I thought) could unruffle me enough to give me sleepless nights(or days in my case). The world could disappear, I could be stranded, and it would still not knock the breath out of me. All of that seems to have been eroded..and it happened so gradually, over years, that the loss of tranquility however seems almost breathtakingly sudden. Where at one time, the biggest tragedy could leave me intact, now the smallest of issues lead to fretting and agonising and wringing hands in despair. In some ways, yes, its a good thing to happen. If I don't perform well at work, it'll make me pull up my socks and get back with a vigour which more often than not leads to mindboggling improvement; or if I'm broke, it'll lead to better management of finances the next time onwards. But the small positives apart, I

Am wondering if writer's block can strike so soon. After that sudden burst of literary talent, my reserves seem to have been completely drained..can't think of a single thing to write about. Well I could tell y'all about the loooooong boring weekend I had, but if it put me to sleep for hours, I cannot dream of the torture the angel in me would be inflicting on unsuspecting junta. Decided people don't like serious side to me(did not do a public opinion poll though). Tried bhery bhery hard to make conversashun with new peoples, but kept falling flat on face after making Chandler like jokes which in retrospect should have been left to Chandler alone. And didn't manage to impress hot guy at work either ****only for measuring impressing skills*****(incase dear boyfriend is reading and getting idea). Shall go back to moping face, and few jokes in between so peoples in office don't think am off my rocker. Read nice book over weekend. Nondescript author Caarl Hiaasen. O