Disclaimer: Extremely silly post
Today is supposed to be an awesome day. You know why? Because on my way to work I sighted, not one, but three good looking guys! In addition, I brought two lunches to work, actually a pre-snack lunch of sandwiches—peanut butter and honey.
The great day continued with a colleague bringing thenkuzhal to work and another colleague opening a box of keerai kootu! At 7 ish, we were hungry after consuming all the food we had brought. So with a 10 rupees note in hand I proceeded to the boring canteen and bought three kadalai mittais and four butter biscuits. I later realised that I didn't have money to buy my daily quota of 5 rupees tea/coffee.
Two minutes later, my colleagues come up to me and ask if I can buy them biscuits and Cadbury Shots and give me a grand total of 30+20 rupees. Wanting to be on the safer side, I took along a 1 rupee coin and bought a packet of biscuits, some shots and a cup of coffee. So where does the one rupee coin feature, you ask? Well if I hadn't taken that one rupee coin along, I wouldn't have been able to buy 7 shots (each shot is 3 rupees and considering colleague gave 20 rupees) and my cup of coffee.
Well, I did put up a disclaimer didn't I?
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Anti-story story
Saaminathan Street was a drowsy street. People were either sleeping or watching TV; they would seldom venture out of their comfort zone. Like every other area, this street also faced a two hour power cut, and on the morning of January 1 when the residents opened their newspaper they found out that the power cuts would get extended by two more hours.
Every house on the street panicked. Maami A called out to her fellow serial watchers and ranted till no end. Unemployed boy C called up his friend (waiting for call letter from Company X) and cried, no more Jack Black movies machan; girl-next-door Q marched up to busy bee M and complained that her quota of re watching Grey's Anatomy would stop. Basically Saaminathan Street was ruffled up. Also the street was named that way because the painter had misspelt Swaminathan.
Getting back to the story, residents of Saaminathan Street were waiting for 12 am. And it did come. but wonders of wonders there was no power cut. Maamis, boys and girls-next-door rejoiced. Maamas were carefully scrutinizing the situation. And then they realised, the state cable company had its premises on their street.
"Naalai thodarum" said the text on the screen, maami A switched off the TV and went to sleep.
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Usually a story has a definite subject and the readers should see it going "somewhere". However, this story is the exact opposite. I'm just writing to get laziness out of my system. Feel free to criticize.
Every house on the street panicked. Maami A called out to her fellow serial watchers and ranted till no end. Unemployed boy C called up his friend (waiting for call letter from Company X) and cried, no more Jack Black movies machan; girl-next-door Q marched up to busy bee M and complained that her quota of re watching Grey's Anatomy would stop. Basically Saaminathan Street was ruffled up. Also the street was named that way because the painter had misspelt Swaminathan.
Getting back to the story, residents of Saaminathan Street were waiting for 12 am. And it did come. but wonders of wonders there was no power cut. Maamis, boys and girls-next-door rejoiced. Maamas were carefully scrutinizing the situation. And then they realised, the state cable company had its premises on their street.
"Naalai thodarum" said the text on the screen, maami A switched off the TV and went to sleep.
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Usually a story has a definite subject and the readers should see it going "somewhere". However, this story is the exact opposite. I'm just writing to get laziness out of my system. Feel free to criticize.
Monday, December 31, 2012
It happened last night
Casper took a swig of rum from the
bottle. Old Monk, it was always Old Monk and nothing else. His head
swirled as he got up and walked towards the balcony to start his
scooter, his grandfather’s actually. He was surprised at how the
rickety old thing still worked perfectly, except that he had to
kick-start it 5 times at least.
“Damnit, damnit, damnit!” yelled
Casper. “Why can’t I see anything in front of me, maybe I had too
much rum.” It took a full minute to realize that he hadn’t had
his spectacles on.
“Of course, I have to forget them as
well. Why can’t everything go right today?” he said.
Casper ran into the house to fetch
them. As he picked them up and wore them, he looked around the house
and started to get grasp of things. Everything seemed different.
Everything was cold and distant. He turned his head to the table
right next to him. Lying on the table was a bloodstained knife.
Casper’s eyes grew wide.
Sensing another presence, he turned himself around. A pair of yellow, unnerving eyes was fixed upon him. Slowly they traced his form and the figure stepped in front.
“Meow,” she called.
Casper took hold of the rum bottle and
flung it at the sallow-eyed beast. She jumped sideways and raced
forward to claw him with a piercing call. He ran for his life and
started his scooter and as if by fate, it didn’t start. He ran past
the creature and into the hall once again, trying to look for the
knife—but it was nowhere to be found.
“Clang, clang.” Casper turned
towards the entrance. It was the gate. Someone was coming in—but
who was it?
And there he spotted the knife, lying
on the same table. He grabbed it, ready to meet his attacker. The cat
suddenly came near him and was circling him and moving in between his
legs, Casper tried to move away, but she followed him—it was as if
she knew his every movement.
“Who’s there,” Casper called out.
He got his response in the form of a
wheezy and rasping cough. Suddenly the room became silent.
“Who’s there,” he called out
again. “I have a knife and I’m not afraid to use it.”
Silence.
Casper stepped backwards and banged on
an old chest of drawers. The cat screamed and hid herself under the
sofa, her bright eyes radiating eeriness.
“A knife that has already been used
before, one which has YOUR fingerprints on it? Go ahead use it on
me,” the voice growled. A throaty voice that hid nothing, a voice
that gave people the shivers, a voice that seemed familiar and oddly
comforting to Casper.
At once Casper dropped the knife and
got ready to run, but powerful, unyielding hands gripped him from
both sides and pushed him back. “Let…ugh…me…ughhh…go,”
Casper struggled.
“HAHAHAHAHA,” the voice boomed and
seized him roughly. Writhing in his grasp, Casper cried aloud. “LEAVE
ME ALONE, I DIDN’T KILL ANYONE. I DON’T KNOW HOW MY FINGERPRINTS
ARE ON THE KNIFE. PLEASE LET ME GO, I’LL PAY YOU…” However, he
wasn’t allowed to finish. One hand moved from Casper’s shoulder
to his mouth. Casper tried biting but in vain.
Hot tears streamed from Casper’s
eyes, there was nothing he could do but to silently hope that this
was all a bad dream. His mother flashed before his eyes; she was
crying. Father had died in a car accident, drunk and reckless.
Grandfather left his old scooter to Casper and bid goodbye. Jenna
locked hands with their professor and walked away. He killed someone.
He wailed loudly and hung his head down.
“Cut!” yelled a voice. The hand
moved away from his mouth and people were straightening him. Water.
He could taste water.
“Casper! Are you drunk again?”
someone exclaimed. Casper opened his eyes. It was Mihir, shaking him
wildly. “Are you OK?”
“Whaa… where am I? Mihir, you have
to believe me, I didn’t kill anyone I swear. I don’t know how the
knife has my fingerprints; everything’s a hoax. Mihir, Mihir…
help me…,” Casper spoke in one breath.
Whack. Mihir slapped Casper across his
right cheek. The whole place went silent.
“Mihir what are you doing? Let’s
get out of here,” Casper exclaimed. Mihir pointed out to Casper and
asked him to look around the place. Casper woke up and saw at least
20 pairs of eyes stare right back at him.
“You come drunk to the rehearsal,
forget your lines and if that’s not enough you scream like a child
whose rattle has been plucked. I asked you to live the scene but I
didn’t expect you to be this serious Casper,” Joshi sir quietly
said. Casper blinked back and hit his forehead with his left hand. He
grinned sheepishly at the whole cast and crew who were pointing and
laughing at him.
“I hope I’m not out of the play,”
Casper nervously said.
“No, no of course not. Next time,
just tone it down a little bit. We don’t want the audience thinking
that you’re being tortured, do we?” Joshi sir winked.
The cat purred in agreement.
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This story was submitted to a competition condcuted by Helter Skelter
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Updates
It's quite early to do a 2012 roundup, we still have a month to go. Then again, there are rumors about the world ending on a certain day (Reddit has this to say). Brushing aside all that, I have a couple of announcements to make.
I'm back to good ol' Chennai (Madras); back to make a living in my hometown. Quit my job in Bangalore, made some wonderful, lifelong friends, bought books that I couldn't carry all the way to Chennai so left them with a friend (who has promised not to sell them), lived alone/with a roommate, and just gained life experiences as such.
Also a new phone is on its way thanks to my dear brother, and therefore I have given into peer pressure and will be available on whatsapp, gtalk and all that. I've heard SO much about whatsapp especially and now I'm curious to see if it'll be worth all the hype.
I'm back to good ol' Chennai (Madras); back to make a living in my hometown. Quit my job in Bangalore, made some wonderful, lifelong friends, bought books that I couldn't carry all the way to Chennai so left them with a friend (who has promised not to sell them), lived alone/with a roommate, and just gained life experiences as such.
Also a new phone is on its way thanks to my dear brother, and therefore I have given into peer pressure and will be available on whatsapp, gtalk and all that. I've heard SO much about whatsapp especially and now I'm curious to see if it'll be worth all the hype.
Friday, October 12, 2012
2000 miles
They say all these miles keep us together, but I don't believe a word of it. You seem farther away, further rather.
Are you coming back to stay, for a night at least? If not, I'll close the door. To my heart, mind and soul.
This title comes from Coldplay's 2000 miles. My shuffle played it while I was writing this post.
Are you coming back to stay, for a night at least? If not, I'll close the door. To my heart, mind and soul.
This title comes from Coldplay's 2000 miles. My shuffle played it while I was writing this post.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
One of those yawn days which gave rise to a story. Couldn't think of a title, if anyone out there reads my posts and you have a suitable title, do drop a message!
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She tossed her umbrella sideways and turned, he was calling out her name. She stopped and stared.
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She tossed her umbrella sideways and turned, he was calling out her name. She stopped and stared.
“I thought I asked you not to follow me! Go home,” she urged. He looked into her eyes, she felt herself melting under his gaze.
“I can’t go home without you,” he said. “I need you right now.”
Finally, she thought. “You agree that you can’t be without me even for a minute,” she smirked. He jerked his forward pointedly in reply.
“Is that your way of saying yes,” she asked and smiled triumphantly.
He grinned widely and said, “You have the house keys and my wallet. If you pass them here I can get going.”
She half-opened her mouth in surprise and threw the keys at him. Folding her umbrella, she ran towards him and hugged him tight.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
I cannot catch a break!
Moving to Bangalore is the toughest test for me yet. Person A who was supposed to move in with me has found a place and so I'm left in he lurch. But it's OK I guess, I'm happy for her. I, meanwhile, have to start from scratch.
So if anyone in Bangalore is looking for a roommate near Indiranagar/Sanjay Nagar, do give me a shout. Please!
So if anyone in Bangalore is looking for a roommate near Indiranagar/Sanjay Nagar, do give me a shout. Please!
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Good news, somewhat - 2
Remember the whole offer from two companies? Well, both of them HAD to get back to me today with their formal offers. And I have made a decision. Former. (Go check my earlier posts if you want to make head or tail out of this.) And some people are pissed by this. I know it's not conventional, to give it a tag; but it'll be different. I hope and I know. 6 months OK? If I fail I'll come back. But I won't. I want to do something different and what's wrong with that? Why must one always take the safer route? What happened to following Frost's poem in real life? Why should it stop with just reading and understanding?
Monday, July 30, 2012
23 things about turning 23
As long as I'm distracted, procrastinating and listening to jazz I might as well document this before it's too late. Who knows I might turn 24 in another 11 months!
1. The most obvious one goes first: Being a girl and seeing almost everyone on your FB getting married, I was swamped with pictures and updates. That's OK, because I didn't succumb to pressure. Just keep your head up and walk away, but don't forget to stop and appreciate the pictures!
2. I realized who my *real* friends are. Not just the ones who can make time for you, but the ones with whom you can be comfortably silent. Even if you go by long periods without talking, you both know where to start.
3. The big C affected my life in a big way: career. Changes things a lot. Currently being self-employed (my friend asked to me change it instead of half-employed) makes me appreciate the fact that a job is worth having. You may crib, rant and rave about it, but trust me it's worth having one; let's you take the focus off other problems.
4. Travel, travel, travel! Enough has been written, spoken and discussed about it. So travel when you can (this applies a LOT to me). I firmly believe that one shouldn't settle down before one has seen quarter of the world at least. Life experiences are a must.
5. I got my heart broken, and not just necessarily by the opposite sex. What I thought was real only got shattered, friends who seemed trustworthy showed their true colors.
6. Discovered that I'm an awesome wingwoman. Period.
7. Also realized that it's tough for me to say no to people I care about. Don't ask me why, but it's definitely not because I want to please people. I just love them way too much.
8. After being in an unrewarding friendship for 4 years, I realized I *can* be as patient as, to mildly put it and no offence, nature. In that period, I wasn't all that short tempered, rash and hasty as I used to be. I've learned to be patient for the good and also sometimes during wrong situations (which I'm trying to remedy)
9. Some people, no most people, aren't worth it.
10. I've made peace with my past, which in turn has worked out to my benefit! I've accepted things as they are, especially in tense situations. When you embrace it, nothing can worry you!
11. Hostel life has taught me a lot. Late night parties, talking with friends, soul searching conversations during power cuts, getting high, losing weight, falling in love with a new city and its dosais and all that will always remain in my memory. I don't know about friends for life, but there are a couple of them who I believe I will walk a long distance with.
12. I think I've finally found what I want to do. My passion and a way to earn my daily bread: Writing. I know I'm not that all that great, my blog doesn't have a million followers neither does my Twitter account, but there are some kind people out there who love the way I write and that's enough.
13. Sometimes people want to help you, no matter how much you dissuade them from doing so. I've tried arguing with them, but they refuse to budge. But I guess that's all right.
14. I have also found a person who patiently listens to me and then disagrees with me, a person who tries not to get angry with me but then has that moment where the person loses control, and then gets back to normal and forgets all about it, a person who smothers me with affection and encourages me to talk about whatever bothers me (and then advises me) and a person who cracks insane-but-bearable mokkais.
15. Started to jog and trying to keep a routine in place. I miss it on some days but I try to keep up.
16. Even if it's a cliche, travelling alone is a revelation even for short distances. For instance, I made a bus-friend, a Manipuri who loves Tamil films! Our bus got delayed by 3 hours and we reached Chennai by 1 am. Helped her get a cab and saw to it that she reached home safe. Now if that's not an adventure, I don't know what is!
17. I love my mother with each passing day and I miss my father (even though we fight a lot and end up yelling at each other, him at me more than the other way around). My sister is one of the funniest and beautiful persons I'll ever meet.
18. Strangers make an impact. While covering a story, mother of the subject was shocked to learn that I had left music after 6 years and urged me to take it up.
19. I've realized that books are my greatest comfort and are only the permanent inheritance I can pass on to my children/near and dear ones.
20. I have mixed reactions about children and I don't know if I want to have in the near future. Pets are a bigger and firmer no.
21. I absolutely adore cooking, especially for others. When it comes to me I'm really lazy to get up and make something. But if anyone else is hungry or wants to something to eat, I find myself whipping something up for them. Gives me the greatest joy!
22. As much as I'm a tomboy in certain aspects, I'm a total girl in others. Like shoes and bags (maybe not designer ones but cheap imitations are good enough for now).
23. Life's too short to have a grudge, a drink can solve most problems, laughing at myself is fun, a sarcastic comment does wonders, taking revenge is childish and overrated, sometimes being a bitch is necessary, gossip takes my mind off things, letting go is the best decision I've ever taken.
Can't wait to turn 24!
1. The most obvious one goes first: Being a girl and seeing almost everyone on your FB getting married, I was swamped with pictures and updates. That's OK, because I didn't succumb to pressure. Just keep your head up and walk away, but don't forget to stop and appreciate the pictures!
2. I realized who my *real* friends are. Not just the ones who can make time for you, but the ones with whom you can be comfortably silent. Even if you go by long periods without talking, you both know where to start.
3. The big C affected my life in a big way: career. Changes things a lot. Currently being self-employed (my friend asked to me change it instead of half-employed) makes me appreciate the fact that a job is worth having. You may crib, rant and rave about it, but trust me it's worth having one; let's you take the focus off other problems.
4. Travel, travel, travel! Enough has been written, spoken and discussed about it. So travel when you can (this applies a LOT to me). I firmly believe that one shouldn't settle down before one has seen quarter of the world at least. Life experiences are a must.
5. I got my heart broken, and not just necessarily by the opposite sex. What I thought was real only got shattered, friends who seemed trustworthy showed their true colors.
6. Discovered that I'm an awesome wingwoman. Period.
7. Also realized that it's tough for me to say no to people I care about. Don't ask me why, but it's definitely not because I want to please people. I just love them way too much.
8. After being in an unrewarding friendship for 4 years, I realized I *can* be as patient as, to mildly put it and no offence, nature. In that period, I wasn't all that short tempered, rash and hasty as I used to be. I've learned to be patient for the good and also sometimes during wrong situations (which I'm trying to remedy)
9. Some people, no most people, aren't worth it.
10. I've made peace with my past, which in turn has worked out to my benefit! I've accepted things as they are, especially in tense situations. When you embrace it, nothing can worry you!
11. Hostel life has taught me a lot. Late night parties, talking with friends, soul searching conversations during power cuts, getting high, losing weight, falling in love with a new city and its dosais and all that will always remain in my memory. I don't know about friends for life, but there are a couple of them who I believe I will walk a long distance with.
12. I think I've finally found what I want to do. My passion and a way to earn my daily bread: Writing. I know I'm not that all that great, my blog doesn't have a million followers neither does my Twitter account, but there are some kind people out there who love the way I write and that's enough.
13. Sometimes people want to help you, no matter how much you dissuade them from doing so. I've tried arguing with them, but they refuse to budge. But I guess that's all right.
14. I have also found a person who patiently listens to me and then disagrees with me, a person who tries not to get angry with me but then has that moment where the person loses control, and then gets back to normal and forgets all about it, a person who smothers me with affection and encourages me to talk about whatever bothers me (and then advises me) and a person who cracks insane-but-bearable mokkais.
15. Started to jog and trying to keep a routine in place. I miss it on some days but I try to keep up.
16. Even if it's a cliche, travelling alone is a revelation even for short distances. For instance, I made a bus-friend, a Manipuri who loves Tamil films! Our bus got delayed by 3 hours and we reached Chennai by 1 am. Helped her get a cab and saw to it that she reached home safe. Now if that's not an adventure, I don't know what is!
17. I love my mother with each passing day and I miss my father (even though we fight a lot and end up yelling at each other, him at me more than the other way around). My sister is one of the funniest and beautiful persons I'll ever meet.
18. Strangers make an impact. While covering a story, mother of the subject was shocked to learn that I had left music after 6 years and urged me to take it up.
19. I've realized that books are my greatest comfort and are only the permanent inheritance I can pass on to my children/near and dear ones.
20. I have mixed reactions about children and I don't know if I want to have in the near future. Pets are a bigger and firmer no.
21. I absolutely adore cooking, especially for others. When it comes to me I'm really lazy to get up and make something. But if anyone else is hungry or wants to something to eat, I find myself whipping something up for them. Gives me the greatest joy!
22. As much as I'm a tomboy in certain aspects, I'm a total girl in others. Like shoes and bags (maybe not designer ones but cheap imitations are good enough for now).
23. Life's too short to have a grudge, a drink can solve most problems, laughing at myself is fun, a sarcastic comment does wonders, taking revenge is childish and overrated, sometimes being a bitch is necessary, gossip takes my mind off things, letting go is the best decision I've ever taken.
Can't wait to turn 24!
Friday, July 27, 2012
Good news, somewhat
Three people have started following me. But what is surprising is that when I had written a flurry of posts, even my usual followers didn't read. But when I took my hiatus (make that; became lazy) I gained three new followers! *gasp*
I think the universe is trying to tell me something.
Also I have got an internship offer from a company that was the pioneer to search engines but has now gone into oblivion, slightly but is trying to revamp itself (good for you!) and attended an interview at a place I interned before. While the former is an internship, the latter is a full-time job. The former has it's office in a neighboring state and the latter is in Namma Chennai. Former is new media, latter is print. And so on. But what I do know about the latter is how much they will be paying me, something I don't know about the former.
I have to pick one and it is difficult, or as the Twitter junta put it #tuffmatch. Or not.
Will the ground split into two and make the decision for me?
Oh and speaking of decisions, a certain someone accused me of never having taken a decision.
I think the universe is trying to tell me something.
Also I have got an internship offer from a company that was the pioneer to search engines but has now gone into oblivion, slightly but is trying to revamp itself (good for you!) and attended an interview at a place I interned before. While the former is an internship, the latter is a full-time job. The former has it's office in a neighboring state and the latter is in Namma Chennai. Former is new media, latter is print. And so on. But what I do know about the latter is how much they will be paying me, something I don't know about the former.
I have to pick one and it is difficult, or as the Twitter junta put it #tuffmatch. Or not.
Will the ground split into two and make the decision for me?
Oh and speaking of decisions, a certain someone accused me of never having taken a decision.
For
For want of coffee, the decoction was lost,
for want of decoction, the milk was lost,
for want of milk, sugar was lost,
and for want of davara tumbler, the mind was lost.
Pretty pathetic attempt at poetry? I know. I just want some coffee, filter at that.
for want of decoction, the milk was lost,
for want of milk, sugar was lost,
and for want of davara tumbler, the mind was lost.
Pretty pathetic attempt at poetry? I know. I just want some coffee, filter at that.
Monday, July 16, 2012
I had to stop drooling
Okokok so hot. Older guys are HAWT.
I'm talking about this. THIS.
Look at Ian McKellen and Colin Firth! Ooh Christopher Walken, and Stephen Fry looks ohsocute! MYGOD Sean Bean sucha hottie. Okay the women featured are hot too. Like Meryl Streep and of course Helen Mirren.
Gary Oldman. Cha he still looks hot now.
Clint Eastwood, how can I forget you?
OK off you go now. Shoo. Go drool. And let me drool in peace. *sigh*
I'm talking about this. THIS.
Look at Ian McKellen and Colin Firth! Ooh Christopher Walken, and Stephen Fry looks ohsocute! MYGOD Sean Bean sucha hottie. Okay the women featured are hot too. Like Meryl Streep and of course Helen Mirren.
Gary Oldman. Cha he still looks hot now.
Clint Eastwood, how can I forget you?
OK off you go now. Shoo. Go drool. And let me drool in peace. *sigh*
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Friday, July 13, 2012
Why I still get up at 5.45 am
To see something like this.
And sometimes, this.
But a whole lot of joy!
But a whole lot of joy!
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Old girl, new rage
You know what happens to rage when you suppress it for a while? It turns into utmost depression. Now I'm not blaming my friends who crib to me about how much their professional life sucks, in fact I'm ready to listen to problems and sympathize -- but that's all I can do. Sympathize, not empathize. And you know why? That's 'cause I have NO professional life. Nothing to do. And yes, I was supposed to join French classes but I'm worried about the timing. What if some sucker decides to employ me at the last minute? What will happen to my classes then? What about my plans to travel before I settle? I have to travel, I just have to. Alone. Or with a bunch of random people. But I want to, I have to. Every time some one tells me they've done nothing worthwhile in life, I take a look back into mine. What have I done that is so noteworthy, besides winning a couple of Bhagavad Gita competitions, memorizing the Aditya Hrudayam, Vishnu Sahasranamam and crushing on Rahul Dravid (even now)? Nada.
Let's face it.
My life has been quite disappointing to say the least. My stash of chocolates have also disappeared. Sigh.
Let's face it.
My life has been quite disappointing to say the least. My stash of chocolates have also disappeared. Sigh.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
ECSTATIC AND ALL THAT
YAYAYAY! I'm resisting the urge to not type in caps, cannot able to and all that. Excitement is coming, I'm forgetting the English language.
So at about 11.45 am today when I was having an early lunch the doorbell rang. As usual thinking it was the maid, my mum got up to answer the door with a customary why-are-you-late question. Only it wasn't her. A guy asked for "Apoorva Sripathi?"
Amma: Yes, my daughter
Guy: Delivery from Flipkart
Me: *Putting the down plate, forgetting yechal and other nonsense brahmin traditions raised hands in mock celebration.* The book is here! Yaaaaaaaaaaay, what a wonderful way to spend my.. er.. your money, amma!
Amma to courier guy: Ok, thanks
Me: *Plate in one hand, ripping apart the packaging with the other*
Took me 4 minutes exactly to rip off packaging, and I didn't even use my teeth. This as opposed to opening the package with two hands which takes me almost 15 minutes. I think I was also quite desperate to see the book and more importantly Dravid's autograph. (Apparently only a select few will get it. Unfair no?)
After making the book pose in various positions and uploading the same on Facebook and Twitter, I've kept it on the shelf for weekend reading. Even if it means I'm going to Bangalore.
P.S. Dravid didn't autograph my copy, tche.
So at about 11.45 am today when I was having an early lunch the doorbell rang. As usual thinking it was the maid, my mum got up to answer the door with a customary why-are-you-late question. Only it wasn't her. A guy asked for "Apoorva Sripathi?"
Amma: Yes, my daughter
Guy: Delivery from Flipkart
Me: *Putting the down plate, forgetting yechal and other nonsense brahmin traditions raised hands in mock celebration.* The book is here! Yaaaaaaaaaaay, what a wonderful way to spend my.. er.. your money, amma!
Amma to courier guy: Ok, thanks
Me: *Plate in one hand, ripping apart the packaging with the other*
Took me 4 minutes exactly to rip off packaging, and I didn't even use my teeth. This as opposed to opening the package with two hands which takes me almost 15 minutes. I think I was also quite desperate to see the book and more importantly Dravid's autograph. (Apparently only a select few will get it. Unfair no?)
After making the book pose in various positions and uploading the same on Facebook and Twitter, I've kept it on the shelf for weekend reading. Even if it means I'm going to Bangalore.
P.S. Dravid didn't autograph my copy, tche.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Months
It has been a month. A successful, glorious month. Read into it all you want but only some of you know what it is. To the others I say: Go figure.
It has also been 6 months, this again connects to the earlier sentence so very few people can decipher it. The lesser, the better.
It will be 2 months. This isn't connected to the earlier sentences but I'm hoping this gets over quickly. I'm running out of entertainment. Unless one of you is kind enough to send Rahul Dravid to my house... Hello, for a friendly chat, okay? It's not what you think. Tche tche.
It has also been 6 months, this again connects to the earlier sentence so very few people can decipher it. The lesser, the better.
It will be 2 months. This isn't connected to the earlier sentences but I'm hoping this gets over quickly. I'm running out of entertainment. Unless one of you is kind enough to send Rahul Dravid to my house... Hello, for a friendly chat, okay? It's not what you think. Tche tche.
Friday, June 29, 2012
BOTD - 2
I skipped a day I know. I'm terribly bad at following up with let's say stuff. Also since I have so much time to kill, I don't really feel the need to keep myself busy, in other words I'm lazy and cannot get my ass off that couch.
Now back to the post. Today I'm featuring: Mugshot-Monday.
Hello, this is HAS to be the coolest website I've seen since bookshelfporn. A-what-now? Bookshelves ok? That's the only kind of porn I watch, anyway that website is for later. Back to Mugshot for now.
The description says its all: "A collection of really rad folks and their mugs" and I couldn't agree more. Forget Monday, I'd drool over this everyday, wouldn't you? You can send your mugshot as well. Apparently this site also helps people find their partners, networks and if you're lucky--a job! (That reminds me I must send my mugshot, I'd get lucky maybe.)
The website filter mugshots by cities in the U.S so if you want to see how mugs differ from city to city, there you go. It also profiles people featured. To sum up great looking mugs, go get your drool on then!
Ooh my favorite mug is bright canary yellow, what color is yours?
Now back to the post. Today I'm featuring: Mugshot-Monday.
Hello, this is HAS to be the coolest website I've seen since bookshelfporn. A-what-now? Bookshelves ok? That's the only kind of porn I watch, anyway that website is for later. Back to Mugshot for now.
The description says its all: "A collection of really rad folks and their mugs" and I couldn't agree more. Forget Monday, I'd drool over this everyday, wouldn't you? You can send your mugshot as well. Apparently this site also helps people find their partners, networks and if you're lucky--a job! (That reminds me I must send my mugshot, I'd get lucky maybe.)
The website filter mugshots by cities in the U.S so if you want to see how mugs differ from city to city, there you go. It also profiles people featured. To sum up great looking mugs, go get your drool on then!
Ooh my favorite mug is bright canary yellow, what color is yours?
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