Bumper-to-Bumper Kissing ;-)

And I forgot…!! Normally I don’t forget it... But that day I was talking to my colleague Kalyan and well it just slipped my mind… we had hardly gone abt 50 yards onto the Mayfair flyover when things happened all of a sudden... I was thrown forward with a sudden jerk and Kalyan crashed on the steering wheel.. He was luckily wearing a seatbelt and therefore the impact was a little in control…

Moi was not so lucky… I got thrown forward at the windshield; hit it with a jerk and my jaw hit the dashboard and I bounced back..!! Awesome scene it was… all I could see at that point was zilch..Nada..Blank…. then I saw BLOOD! And I didn’t know where it came from… sexy!! I freaked out… and then I spat blood.. And felt something heavy in my mouth.. Well.. Slowly I realized it was my tongue..!! it had swelled up to twice its size..! Wonderful.. the blood was ‘coz I bit my tongue in that effect and well… bloody sharp teeth I have must say… but that’s nothing compared to my head… no no… nothing happened to it.. On the contrary the windshield which was shatter-proof cracked..!! Hz that for starters??

It was like a scene out of a movie..!! totally..!! apparently what happened was that cupla bikes collided in the front and the Qualis guy in the front braked suddenly which led to Kalyan braking suddenly as well which in turn led to the Indica at the back braking… so what happened was a bumper-to-bumper kissing of four vehicles….hmmm!!!

Actually its not as funny as it sounds…

The after-effects especially ain’t funny..!!

Having a diet that would give competition to a baby, and suffering from the pain in the jaw and the various places I got hit when I bounced back… well..!!

Anyways.. I guess that’s life… you take the good with the bad... you take smooth rides with a little bumps here and there...

But next time…
Please, kindly WEAR YOUR SEATBELTS…

or else contact me for what medicines to take if u got hit on the jaw..!! ;-)

U r damned if u do... U r damned if u don't...

She looked around at the room she was in. So many familiar faces yet not one that she could spill her heart out to. She looked down at the new flip phone that she had bought recently. Opened it to find the address book and scrolled down the contacts. At least a 100 of them. Yet not a single person could she find to open up to.

Helpless. Frustrated. Vulnerable. Discouraged.

Who could she talk to? To whom could she spill out those umpteen things that were threatening to swallow her.. one person whom she could look up to, not say a word but just wait for those tears that were ominously threatening to engulf her, hug them and just shed copiously into their shoulder… someone who would just understand her silence, not say a word but just lend a shoulder for her to cry on and a ear to listen to her …

So many friends, acquaintances, well-wishers, people who sincerely cared for her.. And yet not one person she could trust with the things that were going on in her head…

They might call her crazy.. Loony.. Idiotic.. Silly..!! They would say that she had so many people that she could rely on, to trust them with the things that were killing her from deep within..!!!

Hmmm.. SHE HAD PEOPLE!! She had friends that she could talk to..!! But would they understand or ridicule her saying that all this is rubbish?!?!?!!?

Once upon a time she had friends… people she could turn to in the blink of an eye to confide in them and to take their advice… people who she thought she could turn to in strife… but well… nothing lasts forever…!! All that just vanished in a jiffy.. Judgments, conclusions, assumptions and the like…!!

One wrong step according to them and there you go..!! Out of their lives… out of their circle.. You almost end up being treated like a pariah..!! They treated you with kid gloves till now and suddenly you are a traitor… Life’s little lessons!!! How bitter they are…

She committed a crime.. A crime at least half the people she knew had committed.. Some more than once..!! And still…. She gets branded… she gets all the adjectives, - rash, immature, weird, thoughtless, - “wonderful” adjectives for her already “wonderful” personality… Nice!

Is she as rash as they say she is?? Is she as immature as people think she is?? Does she not know what is right and what is wrong for her?? Or is she such an idiot that she would do something deliberately to jeopardize her own life..!! :-s why would she do that? Had 23 years of her life taught her nothing?? If she asks someone’s opinion on something – be it anything – that’s a fault! If she does not that’s yet again a fault..!
What a life..!!

U r damned if you do and you are damned if you don’t…

(to be contd.)

Life... Or something like it.. !!! :-)

Indians...

Found this post on one of my wanderings through blog land..!! This is really good!

Tamils are always proud to be Tamizhs; Pretty courteous (that is what they think, at least!). They speak yenglish but sorry, no indi (Hindi) saar...what da??.The more common Madarasi (chennaisi..., now?) is an ardent fan of kireeket matches.

Their counterparts in Bombay think they live in America but speak Hinglish like ...are you sure ki Sujata aa rahi hai ya Ill go akela!" And they take great pride in making stupid mistakes in Hindi Grammar.

Thamizhs, are verrry lecky to have "simble" neighbours in the "keralites" who are a komblex race of peoblle (they migrated around 2000 B.C. from the middle east, I guess; and now even the Sheikhs feel wary of them) but they eat a lot of chooclyte and own 99.998765% of chai shops there and form 99.89% of nursing community.

Not far behind the kerals is the telugu desam, who are totally againesht flaunting their wealthu to the woruldu, though they occasionally come out withu brick red shirtsu and parrot green pantsu with pleetsu (pleat). Worustu,no?! But they (think) are greatu in CICSu, Microsu and COBOLu! Generally sane peoplesu (and so you can always findu them judgingu, probhingu, queschioningu othersu ....)

The Canadians, excuse me, the Kannadigas aor (are) the coolest dobun south but if there is political unrest in Hersogovnia oare (or) an ebola virus outbreak in Zaire, Cauvery very bad! When it comes to Rajkumar (actor), if a fly sits on his nose, they'll burn the entire city of Bengaloroo to kill the fly! To hell with Silicon Valley! I-ron, firshtu, girlu, Lasht Bussu, roadu, crickeatu, filamu are some of their favourites.

Maharashtrians are a conservative, confused, complex lot-kar. -Kar, that is because gavasakar, tendulkar, bahulkar,.. confused that is because sitting in southern part of India they would ask the other person "are you from Maharashtra or from south India..?" and genuinely wonder why the other person takes some time to answer the question. They like the principles of pheejix and their favourite character in the alphabet is Zay (god knows where that came from). Although soft, peace loving people but they elect the Shivsena to rule them.

And right there next to the Maharashtrians are the Gujjubhais. They like to keep kes in the benk and their favourite past time is eating snakes (snacks) like paav bhaji, masala papad and pijja at the local snake bar. They gobble down palak sev like their life depends on it and believe in the brotherhood and sisterhood of man and woman (everybody is a bhai or a ben).

If you go further eesht, the land uf Udissa - the land of iron ("r" unsilent) where sombalpuroa and Bhubaneshbara are big towns. The people are bery cordial and if you are Vikram they bill soorly ask your name starts from B or Bhe. They do not sout, sam or soot but occasnally bawsh their phace at the wasbashin. James Bond Mohanty in our colleze had a roll nomber jero, jero, sebhen.

Bengalees are bery bery similor, but or bery proud oph Subas Chondro Boash and Shoatyojit Roy (I used to know a director by name Satyajit Ray who was also pretty good) and eberybody is X da. I used to habe a friend by name. Dada. Bonder...neber mind. Bot I most conphess, Roshgollas are bery goooood, tho!

Bihari kids are supposed to be the smartest kids in India (if not in the universe!). How we wish they grow up the same way,...but... And Biharees are bery phond of Laloo and Ranchi, isse bhadiya tumre pass koochi hai kaa?! spit spit...

UPites and MPites are busy going to ischool and istudying metals to make lots of ishteel.Punjabis are very sweet and aggressive and offer Rotti Shotti Khayega! to which I once replied No. He said Tage itu, yaar! By Godu!, what happenedu, oi?!. Then of course, everybodys a paappe or a kaakke. Thats Punjab for you.

And Kashmir (called Cashmir by many, may be because of the amount of cash spent to keep it in India)?!? I know Roja (or Roza?)was shot (I mean filmed) somewhere nearby...

But at the end of the day, wherever you are in the world, whether it is in Sunnyvale, CA; Birmingham, UK; UmmAl Quwain, UAE or Serangoon Road, Singapore, ask them who they are and you'll get just one answer ---

"INDIANS"

AFTER ALL HUM SAAB EK HAIN!!!

(Courtesy:http://shayar.blogspot.com/2004/10/indians.html)

Unfettered... Unfastened...!!!

“There are things known;
There are things unknown;
And between them are the DOORS….”
You know when you have absolutely nothing to do… the mind starts traversing and then going off into directions that you never ever expected it would go…!!! Pointless things that you actually end up contemplating… like why is there such a thing as ego… or why aren’t people more open and straight-forward… why are girls so complicated… why is that sometimes all you ever wanna do is to just sit simply and stare into space??... See it’s all quite pointless as I told you… this is what happens when you have nothing better to do and everything that you can do is quite boring..!! Happens within a space of time… sometimes you feel as though all you ever wanna do is to sit simply, do nothing..!! Quite an oxymoron that one is – all I want to do is nothing!
I dunno how far this is true… but after I have come here and have started working; I feel good about myself… it is more like I have discovered myself.. :-) The true person that I am..
I was just thinking about it yesterday…
These people that I am staying with here, my own batch mates, all of 'em… they are hardly the people I would have chosen to stay with if I had a choice back then when I was at ASB because of the perceptions I had about them… the fracas' that we all had with each other at some point of time during our MBA relating to whatever it was – studies, personal problems, other activities… Infact these people would not have even been in my list frankly speaking…
But now that I am staying with them, meeting them on a daily basis, talking to them, sharing office happenings with them, bitching about colleagues, and a whole lot of other things that I would not even have thought of sharing with these people when I was in college… but they are all nice people and their personalities are probably coming out now too.. Unfettered and unfastened… the way they react to situations when they are not actually answerable to anyone..!! And you know what I wonder rt now.. Why was I not friends with them earlier… oh yes! There are a lot of things about them that sometimes irritate me but then they would be feeling that about me as well.. And well… no one is perfect after all.. if each person actually acted and behaved the same way as the other.. wats interesting in life..!! Lol..!! :P
The other day I was talking to one of my best buddies and we were generally discussing about how we can go partying if once am in Chennai or he in Hyderabad and well he made a comment saying that this is Aishu's wild side coming out etc..!! And I suddenly started wondering whether this is actually an aspect of my personality that was hidden or whether this is the real me..!!! Hmmm…
This is the real me… I like partying, making new friends, being ambitious and enjoying life in general… but I dunno why people suddenly tag me as saying that I have changed… because I have not.. This is wat I was.. This is how I am… maybe I had to adjust to a certain life there when they knew me but that's not the real me… this is the real me…
Are not people different?? Is it not wrong to actually expect a person to behave the same way as you would in a particular situation.. Is it not expecting too much from a person who is unlike you in most ways… is it not a fact that when you expect some things from a person you are actually expecting that person to change… and also when those expectations get unfulfilled then you also get hurt?? Why would you want to get hurt at the end of it all?? So why is it that you expect something like this in the first place out of the person??
Any person for that matter!!! Anybody… not just people in relationships, but otherwise as well… why expect something from a person... why?
But now I am scared… did people back there like me because of the way I was there… will they find it difficult to accept me once they know that this is the real me??
I am not perfect.. That’s not wat I am trying to say here…
I am just plain confused… or stark raving mad..!??!?! I dunno…
I don’t even have any clue as to why I am writing all this… I just wanted to spill it out and to write it down…
But then at the end has it made me feel better?? Well I dunno..!!! I guess I just have to wait for a bit…!!
But have I changed?? No I have not!!!
Have I become someone new… no I have not!!!
I still like the same things that I liked… I have not changed my tastes or preferences for anything…
But I do agree that I have become more receptive to things that are happening around me… I like things that are happening in my life now…
It's a new found sense of independence, freedom or whatever you wanna call it..!!!
And I don’t wanna lose it..!!! I really don't..!!
I love it too much…
I want to live my life the way I want to as I want to…
Is that too much to ask for..??
Is it… I dunno…

A Smooch from a Pooch :-)

It was a Saturday afternoon – a working Saturday. One of those weird days when u don’t feel like doing anything… me and my team along with my boss and my super boss(boss’ boss) had lunch at a ‘Pizza Hut’ near my office… came back to work at around 2:45 sorts while my super boss went on his way home..!! Saturday and all that! Humph!

And then we get a call from him saying that his mom had passed away (she was suffering for a long time, poor thing! May her soul rest in peace!) and that he had to leave immediately to Kolkata…there was some pending work to be completed with regards to a programme that was coming up in our unit so me, my boss and my colleague – cum – brother Kalyan went to Santanu’s (super boss) house.

The minute we reached Santanu’s place we saw him standing on the balcony with a huge hulk of a dog beside him. I kinda went weak in the knees. :-s I have always been fond of dogs but of late at a safe distance. We had dogs for pets when I was young and the one that I was very close to died when I was still a kid and somehow ever since have never been able to get close to another dog. Anyways all that apart, this one that was standing with Santanu looked HUGE! And SWEET as hell too! But I was still petrified! Thankfully as soon as we went in Santanu locked him up in a room and we got on with our work! Half-way through the work the conversation turned to dogs and their habits etc and Santanu started talking abt his “Jericho” and how he was a family dog and how he likes having people arnd him etc. Soon my boss and kalyan started contributing as to how they have had dogs etc and how much they like dogs, which breed is the best etc! Then, my boss very gallantly said “Santanu, why don’t u let Jericho out?”Santanu took one look at my face and asked me in a very hopeful sort of way, “Do u mind Aishwarya, are you scared of dogs? I don’t normally keep Jericho locked in. he hates that.” Now what do u say to that… I said no problems and my boss and Kalyan said that they can handle him etc etc…

The next few things that happened were like scenes out of a movie…

The big thing came rushing out of the room, happy at being let out, slipping on the mosaic with his big paws and came speeding up to all of us, sniffing each of us in turn. It got hold of my boss’s cell phone – Nokia N 95 – in its mouth and u shud have seen the look on my boss’s face..!! heheheh..!! Somehow my boss managed to get it out of its mouth and wiped it..! And then it lay down near his feet for a bit of time catching its breath while it regained its energy with my boss ruffling its head and rubbing it. About a couple of mins later, it got up again and started sniffing at each one of us, this time concentrating on me and Kalyan. It soon left Kalyan and started sniffing me. I was totally scared stiff and that would be an understatement. I was holding my breath and this thing was sniffing me like I was a piece of juicy steak. Whew!!! And then suddenly without any sort of warning it jumped on me keeping its front paws on my shoulders and gave one side of my face a thorough lick! Not just once or twice, but three whole times!!! And more over it snuggled me with its nose… I was seriously caught unawares and it was a pretty heavy dog. On one hand I was trying to catch my breath and on the other restrain the pooch… well quite a hard task. Thank god for Santanu who pulled Jericho away…!!! I let out a HUGE breath of relief.. But I guess I spoke too soon… Santanu was trying to put the dog back in the room when it broke loose and came rushing out again.. And guess who it came directly for… Yours Truly!!! It was like a rerun of the same thing.. Paws on my shoulders, cupla licks down my face and a snuggle..!! Phew!!
I was stunned..!! Totally, Entirely, Absolutely floored…

Santanu was explaining to me that I was one of the lucky ones and that was the lab’s way of greeting..! It does not do that with a lot of people and that it must like me a lot..!!
Well I like that… and I love Jericho!!! It’s such a cute pooch!!

But my boss and Kalyan did have something to contribute to it at the end as well..!!
Kalyan: “I knew there were a lot of guys who found u attractive and sexy and all that… but well DOGS too??... This I did not know!!”
Boss: “No Kalyan, You don’t understand, May be the dog has not been CROSSED!!!”…!!

Now how does one react to that!!! :-s