When you're lazy and you know it and you really want to shake it..blah blah..
is when you try to get away with posting pictures..and hoping that the obligatory lines thrown in at the side, qualify for writing, and that there are other freaks out there in the world who'd be interested in pictures of (nothing dashing about it) you and similar others in random places..And then you get a little greedier and hope that the said wanderer would also leave a comment, so you're sufficiently inspired to churn out more of such mediocre writing.
That said, here goes.
This one, from Manali is one of my favourites.

At the risk of sounding m&boony..before a kiss(though its more of a survival thing when ur freezing at -5 on Rohtang pass)..Its quite funny though, coz we were hardly the typical honeymooning couple. I mean I'm sure there was some bit of that romantic whiff..and there was some freshness about being in a strange place with vin alone..but its not like he was new to me, or me to him..and we'd sometimes share the jeep with this other couple who could barely stay apart, and we were charitable with agreeing to sit apart on the ride so they could sit together and all..but all said, it was the best of all the trips we've had..i can still feel the awe of wakin up in the morning in the bus and seein my first glance of a snow laden peak..maybe coz I was the typical southie and been bred on the usual Ooty Mysore Kodai Coorg Munnar circuit..which is all very fine and nice..but this was the Himalayas!! Another memory from the trip is the midnight stop at a Dabha and the paratha and chai we had..
This is from Achankoil..

the place merits a post in itself..its my mother's native village, though she herself spent only less than 2 years of her life growing up there before she was sent off, with siblings, to my grandma's house, growing up in a joint family with about 12 kids, for education sake..Ofcourse my grandparents still live there, amidst the rubber plantations and the perpetual power cuts and the elephant herd stopped the bus uncertanities and the river and the waterfalls and the floods and the granite wall'd house (necessity more than a novelty where friends from the wild often came knocking on ur door at nite) My growing up memories are dotted with the sights and smells of Achankoil, the venue of many a school vacation. For us city/town dwellers it was the quentessential escape. The baths in the river, the chilly mornings, the majestic western ghats so close up, you feel you could reach out and touch em..the food, anything that came off ammommaz kitchen was magical..the december vacations when all the 3 families would come down and the house would be abuzz with activity..the slow slow life..and the nights spent in the garden with the customary kattan(black coffee) warming our hands and throats.and then the men with the round of drinks before dinner, and my uncles respectfully offering my appoppan and my valyappooppan(105 notout, enjoys the occasional peg :P) their quota..And more than all else, 2 souls who had so much love to give, I dont even know whats a right metaphor here :)..And then came the teen years..and the realization that one has to, and sometimes the want, to get back to the all familiar world with school and friends and crushes and whatnot took precedence. Not that there was less love or anything. But you know how, sometimes, you outgrow all your childish things are none of those is as fascinating anymore..I'm only glad I've got em back and am once again the wonder eyed child..And I'm happier I'm married to a man who fits so much into the picture, I'm surprised how we did without him all these years..And when I showed him the trick of the disappearing mountains (yes stupid lil kids can be fooled by how the mist curtain seemed to make mountains go and come back again the next noon) life had somehow come half circle..
That's again from Akoil..

The overexposed posted everywhere pic. Well, every district has one such stone's throw from the city tourist place. With the typical crowd. Atleast so is the case if you're part of God's own country national geographic destination of the century or whatever. And Athirampilly is Thrissur's such..

From TCR Trip, 20/...

Hyderabad..chakki tying a rakhi on her Jeej..Nothing unusual about it. Unless you knew how the two had got off to a terrific start, sometimes to the extent of making me feel left out, and then over certain things, stopped seeing eye to eye drifting off to painful politeness for what seemed, to the stuckinbetween me, an eternity. But like true brother and sister, they made up in style and in good time, making a mockery of my concerns and fears and whatnot..touchwood.

From ChakBday06

Banyan tree, not a fab place if you ask me, but that was the least we could do for pri, after lugging her all the way here from Mumbai with promises of an exciting holiday. I'm just kidding here, coz she went back smiling from ear to ear, and in awe of newfound jeej, yet again leaving me in the lurch as to who came first.

From BanyanTree

Chennai, Kannamaman, who I'm told, has cuddled and petted me more than either of my parents, and propably more than he has either of his daughters :) I dont have a pic of my Ajimaman, the khadi clad politician. Suffice to say I cant chose between the two

The latest from wayanad.

From Wayanad

The most sloppy shot from the lot, shaken and vague. But this was the place I liked best. A temple rumoured to be build by a jain princess for love's sake, right in the middle of a forest..We were lucky to have the most unusual hostess sherly aunty, whose life again merits a separate post. So we had the most unusual time and went to niche and unknown places, staying well off the beaten track. I was the thankless skeptic to start with, worrying about how much we'll miss and whether leaving our time in her hands was the right thing to do. The least I can do by way of making up is to say it was a lot fuller an experience than it could ever have been. So no, we didnt go to the pookote lake, or the blah waterfall. But we did go this huge sanctuary which even the world outside doesnt know exists
and the said temple..We spent an evening at kanavu with the kids there..we went for walks and drove through such terrain as would have suited an suv..
this is me and shirly aunty trying to find erotica in the ruins of another jain temple :)

From Wayanad

anyways I'm sleepy and dragging like a superelastic rubberband and vin is getting restless in PClessness..Which means I'm adding more color to the 'pink vaio a necessity not an indulgence' placard!! which btw reminds me its my bday soon, only its 2 months away, but if anybodyz thinking of what to buy me..hint hint!!
Well, thats the story of my trips so far, and entwined in there is also the story of our life too, look hard and you might see..(just trying to be poetic and vague about here :))
That apart, I've been rather disturbed lately. In a nice sort of way, or so I convince myself. I'm forever plotting one of these
a) Alternate career. I've even found the place I wanna go, as long as they'll take me. I'm just not sure when. But I'll give it a shot, now or in 20 years..
b) I'm wholly madly deeply obsessively in love with the thought of motherhood. I've been telling myself its a passing obsession, and how it is absolutely not yet time, in the planned scheme of things et al. I've been telling myself its stupid and given how lazy the 2 of us are even the thought is so lousy right now. But no good, I've been reading sleeping dreaming babies. And doesn't help that the whole world seems to be either pregnant or having babies all around me.
Another scary and bad consequence is that I'm giving Vin the jeepers ( heebiejeebies as wodehouse would have it) big time. He's like so scared I'm gonna go over the top and demand the all important sperm rite now and make life more of a mess than it appears to be. I'm scared I'm killing the babylover in him, prematurely at that, and at my own peril.

Candid confesion

Yes, I’m the one. That’s me. Thank you very much. I stink of dettol!!

Thanks to lover’s over the top care and bathing me in it. This to counter 2 teeny tiny nicks, one on my knuckles (yeah fellow women, tough stop) and the other on the elbow. (of course, its unnecessary detail that I was cribbing my lungs hoarse on the length I have to go for looking good purportedly for his sake and how its all his fault as is everything that goes wrong in my life) Only thing we’re big picture people so he dettol’d my whole left arm, why waste precious time on spot application.

And the men at work are still trying to figure out who it could be since they’re all still nicely stubbled.

I was waiting for an excuse to post..

while at the same time watching millions of such excuses whoosh past ;) And then this happened, and today happens to be a bright and sunny day. So I thought I might tell you how our good deed for the month viz. blood donation, is done.


The pic is grossly misleading, as to our respective BMIs, and I wanted to take one that gave a truer picture but lover was mouthing highly tangential stuff like "such stuff should be spontaneous" and blah, so I thought I'll humour him this one.
Btw, lover who was initially all "will they use the right syringe" (paranoia is his middle name) when they called (asking if I would donate) jumped in and said he'd volunteer as well when we got there.
And then asked if he could get a different colored stress ball when they gave him an yellow one at the end of it :) ("But I already have yellow!") I wish we'd said my kid already has an yellow one or something, would have saved me considerable embarassment.
Anyway, leave you guys at that for now. A customary new year post is on the cards, sometime..
For now, let me just say that I'm feeling very happy and loved and lucky, and wish you guys all that would make you the feel the same.

On how Caeser screwed my life

No, thats not some post modern title, it accurately describes the state of affairs that is my present life. Lover, after past (saner) addictions like Python(thelangaugeThankGod) - TerryPratchet - RandomCarRaceGame - ajax - and the like, has finally been consumed by what is by far the most dangerous of all, viz Caeser 4. I'm sure a hyperlink for it is in order out here, but I desist from doing that for fear of sparing fellow women the same fate. But I'll go so far as to say its yet another evil computer game so that those hell bent on destroying themselves can seek it out. Anyway the gist of the thing is to play Caesar and make sure the Romans are happy-content-fat-literate-healthy-drunk and generally prosperous in life. And at this task you're ably assisted by entire hoard of duppatta wearing advisers. (I'm sure Vin will think this description highly irreverent)
Anyways, as you can imagine, this is affecting my prosperity-happiness-etc more than a bit and I'm tempted to make a Husband 4, except ofcourse that the tags on which the player will be judged will go something like 'shopping trip meter', 'carat count' and ofcourse..and the like..

ps: can we have patents for baby names, no no babies in the pipeline, just that by the time me and lover come around to it, I think all the good names will have gone. I'm just wondering if I can chose one boy and girl name each and patent 'em so that nobody can use it w/o askin me first ;P

pps: Nearly all my posts classify as rant, but in pursuit of creativity/variety and other 'ity's I shall be tagging them as I please, as life, personal etc..

Are you a googlomaniac?

Do you use more than one of orkut/gmail/picassa/blogger/gtalk on a daily basis?
Do you swear by the google desktop search?
Do you think google earth is the coolest thing since the wheel?
Do you have a personalized google home?
Do you think its impossible to work without google search?

4/5: Basket case: Yours is an acute form of addiction, you need to see the shrink like asap.
3/2: Almost there
0: Saint: Are you for real or did you cheat?

People, As you can see I'm extremely bored and am stopping to make sense. Among other things, I've moved projects and hence locations. Once again back in the city. Reminiscentof HP times. Except that back then we were fresh kids off the block sotospeak and completely jobless and had all the time in the world to celebrate..Now its a case of so much to do and so little time..

What an Fing start for a day!!

Maybe I should be a truck driver my next life. That way I get to pretend kutti maruthis dont exist, and run them over, and have husbands in like 3 different states.

New 'blogger'

I guess you have all known this all along, and I'm late getting here but you can now have tags in the new blogger. So we're (atleast) one step closer to wp lj and stuff.

m back

Its been so long I've forgotten what I'm supposed to do here. And this one is just a note to myself, to remind me I've got a blog and I owe it some. So many things..that I almost blogged, or didn't, whichever way you look at it.
Like the time I got stuck in the lift, one with no brake, no phone and w/o my own cell. And how I had to bang and bawl my lungs out for help. How in the short 5 minute? span I imagned thats how I'd die(how stupid!! but I thought I'd suffocate in there..)..And how the broom and a maid's feet from the lil peephole seemed like the best thing I'd seen in life ..
Or the day one darned auto driver challenged my braking skills, and as is fashionable in cases of me-driven maruti on collision course with onthewrongside rick, I managed to hit him..and he picked up a fight with me, and I argued (long and hard) my way out in broken hindi and more broken kannada, and still managed to get away with paying just a 20 buck(that too coz I was sorry he'd lost a passenger)..
ricky: tumhe brake maarna thaa naa?
me: (pretenda m going to jump in front of a car) haa mein bhi jaake khadi rahtin hun kiske samne..to test his brake!!
ricky: (now visibly perturbed at the prospect of a suicide case in his hands!!)
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ricky: kyon gadi jalathi hein? ghar mein baitna tha naa
me: tumaara kam bhi yahee hein, r phir bhi chalaane nahin aatha?
To the uninitiated, this might seem like a natural conversation in such a context, to appreciate it better, you need to know how my hindi is limited to two word sentences, typically sandwiched in english..
Or about Emil's visit and two whole days of pure uninhibited fun and how absolutely nothing had changed, the people, the equations, the conversation, the roles..
On how me and lover are having the sweetest time in our lives by far..and not coz of any reason I can place..just is so...m scared talking more of it might break the jinx..
I saw Nikhil Chinappa, just saw not met, and was disappointed with my own lack of enthu I did oohaah and all dat jazz, but I'd have done it more fully a couple of years back..
Anyways m bored now and as always I'm being lured by interesting blogs and thats the end of my comeback post
Maybe I should post more regularly
Or maybe I shouldn't write at all, if I can only do mediocre :(

On unsolicited calls..

Enough has been said about this. In keeping with my 'don't try and act wise on subjects which have been discussed till the all the sap has been like wrung out of em' policy..I just wanna mention two such I got today morn.
- Payal, ohwhatasweetname, called me up, not once not twice thrice..on my workphone dat too, to offer me opportunities in half a dozen other companies.
- And then there was this Mahindra Club lady who I almost turned off before she started but she got all marketingy and said I've won a stay at any 5 star(yeah) Mahindra resort in Munnar..Manali..blah blah blah. And apparently all I've gotto do is attend a 90 minute presentation. I'm still trying to find out the catch here.
Anyways lover's not around until sunday, so shez gonna call me again on monday.

What does it mean when your blog is becoming one fat listed bulleted indexed place?

Randomness.

Random stupid collections of thoughts(I'm sure there's a word for it)
- I feel funnily apologetic to the biker guy on the street who turned back..you know..and diappointed himself? Is that cheap? My self esteem isn't at its best today.
And whats more, what with a huge sty on my right eye, I look like a vamp. Lover thinks oru paavam pole indu(dont care to translate gooey stuff) but thats why he is.
I myself, look at the mirror and see somebody who looks like those bad women in hindi movies. eeks.
- I soo know what Kiron says of the precious afternoon siesta :D..
- Have you ever been on the vereg of getting drunk, but not gone all the way. Its strange, like you're feeling all happily lightheaded and you want to stay that way longer, but you can kind of sense you're conscience return. its like dammit just lemme be here some more.
- Did you know white elephants are real? And the thai king rides on em!!
- Is barefootedness or minimalistic footwear a sign of programmer enlightenment? Out here in ur comapny it does seem like thats the case. The sage(who quite humbly calls himself a sala programmer) and all the "good" senior ones seem to belong to one of aforesaid school of footwear fashion.

Alternate careers

Alternate professions are all the rage now, and in like a week's time I've seen articles on career switch and dual careers in n magazines. Which is why I'll put a disclaimer upfront and say I'd started typing this post really long back, before it became such a hot topic overnight. While at it, I must also admit that my dreams, immaterial of how likely they turn real, have been inspired by people around me..
Like every other ---- s/w engineer (apologies for generalising, I'm sure there are a whole lot of you who are here for good), I too have these occasional dreams of leaving the industry and doing fancy stuff. What those are, I'll tell you in a while, post digression. I'm not unhappy with work, on the contrary I've never before been as happy as I'm right now. But there are times when the romantic in me gets a hold on the complacent other half and starts dictating stuff to her.
Now is one of those times
These are a few options that are already on my list: Can you guys think of anything better or more fun?
1) Start a restaurant: This a very recent addition, thanks to discovering the celebrity techie turned chef and his blog. A speciality upmarket restaurant perhaps, continental cuisine coz thats what I like best save mallu food(the bit about having to like what you do), and the kerala cuisine has suffered enough at the hands of the various wannabe restaurants in the city.
Pros: Its the fanciest stuff on my list. It appeals to vin.
Cons: and also the most expensive, perhaps.
Come to think of it, I could actually start one in my hometown though am not too sure the place is ready for it.
2)Join theatre or some performing arts group. This is fascinating, and I might actually go for it, given a chance.
3) Start a montessori school. Its not coz I'm fond of kids, I sure am, but this is more like a nice business proposition, given all the young rich parents in blore.

Vin sent me this thing. Its funny alright but I'm sure he's just doing it to protest agains my embarassing him in public. Bout the haircut and all :D
Ok, point taken, Mr. Kettiyon.




Retrospect: Talk of loopholes ..!!!

Vanity Returns ..

..the hit counterz back on..I'd toyed with the idea a long time back, and then decided against it coz..Well.. I knew how often *I* checked this space..
Today, on a spur of confidence(and certain stupid logic that puportedly ratifies it), I've gone ahead and installed one.
Lets see how we fare :D
Alrite, but this damn thingz gone and stayed put in some bottom corner. And I've enough on my hands already to worry about editing html(learnin to more like)..
Talkin of vanity, how vain is havin a self clicked pic of urs for the phonez wallpaper?

[extremely cheesy stuff alert]
i miss vin, like.. to the toenails.
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On how the man got a haircut or Why specialization is an excellent idea :D

ps: Hey you....you there..yeah, snoopin around?..I soo totally don't get why you're here reading *my* blog. Of all the places..well..unless you know me, but then again, nothings new here..Well, dont say you werent warned..
Alright, without a preface(unless this counts as one) here goes..

* My appraisal just happened..usual stuff..mostly

* I'm hardly one of the husband praiser school(the kind that two minutes into any conversation go into the oh!howcuteismyman kinda speech), and I'd hate to be seen as belonging to one .. So, know that what follows is an exception, and humour me this once ;)
Vinz laziness is legendary(wait, I get to the praise bit soon..) and thus it was that he came about to skip overdue barber visits for more than a month and consequently have shoulderlengthish hair..All along, while doing the good-wifely prodding and reminders and stuff..I was also heard to have been making remarks on how its anybodyz job(ethu policukaranum pattum..in mal..that actually means "even a cop can do it"..I think thats pretty smart of mals, a proverb that mocks the police force's iq ) and how so many women i know do that..Strangely, lover inspite of his definitive knowledge of my capabilities and lack thereof, was tricked into believing I was serious. And once he'd gotten the idea into his stubborn head, I started believing as well(me who cant hold a scissors straight, or cut a marked out striaght line on paper)..And the night saw me weilding momz milk-carton cutting scissors and having a field day on vinz hair.Whats worse, I wasnt even wise enough to stop when I knew I was screwing it up like nobodyz business..To make it worse I didnt let l look at a mirror until way too late..It feels all funny now, but then I was soo sorry bout how it had gone..
But vin was unimaginably cute about it all..we closed shop, cleaned up the mess, had a bath and went to bed..he was also stupid enough to think people @ home wouldnt notice unless he told em..
at the breakfast table, dad jumped up saying vinz got some sort of eczema and is losing hair in patches, and the cat was out of the bag..or whatever they call it..
Vin had to attribute it to visiting cousins' handiwork at the barbers'(he went rightaway)..And has since then been sporting a weird sort of cut(he calls it the runaway from millitary cut) that makes people gape when they see him. I've told this story umpteen times already, to souls who've been bold enough to ask after the gentlemanz erstwhile nice long mane..as well as proactively to those who shy away coz of 'decency' factors..
I wish I could put up before and after pic here..but m not sure how much lover will appreciate the publicity..

We just about bought a house, and have been busy running around raising the initial depost dough as well as takin care of the bank loan and all that..
Lot more to say, but this postz been in the edit tray long enough waitin to see the light of the day :D

ps: thanks to Karthik for the C&H strip ..Now should I add copyright info et al?..This was sooo sooo like the real thing, I just had to put it up.

Long long time, and its become such a regular thing out here that I myself dont like the sound of it. But we'll simply retain it(coz its an easy start, and for completeness, say)
A quick update on life as it has been over the past few weeks..
- lover has changed jobs, joined symbian(now, is dat like politically incorrect? not dat give a damn..or like he would put it, a tiny rats ass :D)..and is findin it generally good. They've given him a phone and will foot bills upto 1.4k which I think is mighty sweet of symiab save for the fact dat we're married now and it really doesnt matter .
- I saw two movies RDB(ofcourse) and Taxi No: 9211..RDB..I came off suitably shaken(this has been debated at large in the blogworld and otherwise and I knw nobodyz dying to hear my take..yeah i think m too much "writing for audience"), and swooning over Kunal(they really shouldnt make 'em so handsome.. :( ).. John Abraham is nice too..but therez something still very model-like bout him..i mean dnt you think his expression is way too stiff..like whateverz the male equivalent of ice maiden!!
- Well..I'm not sure I qualify to do this..but wth..People, welcome kiron to the blogworld...its the kind of stuff I like to read..and wots more, he's said nice things bout me in his latest post :D ..and..Like a wise person, hez chosen wordpress..
- I saw Theft at RS.with dad and mom..twas fun, and they enjoyed it too.
- I'm carefully evading writing bout life..Its been ok I guess..but not quite the way I'd imagined or want..hardly, in fact..maybe m being stubborn and thankless..whatever..Its not sad or miserable or anything....Its actually an ok existence..but thats not the point is it?..I dunno, I'm not sure whats right or wrong anymore, I just hope I dont have to make a choice. The people are nice and there is love as well..more than anybody would imagine.. But again, that doesnt seem to be bloody enough.
I've already said too much.
And now I'ms feeling too depressed to write.
- I want to link Chakki and Kiron on the sidebar..Someday when I'm feelin less lazy.
- The bday was so..so..We'd shorlisted a couple of possible lunch places, but both of us fell ill and the plan stands postponed for now..I need to make a tally of gifts..but that will be later.
Dats it for now. M off to sleep.

God damn Murphy.

People of the world, please join me in the noble act of hanging Murphy. Or his last living descendant.
coz hez been giving me a bad headache lately.
m sure g, pronounced gee(g is our operations manager..or some such fancy title, and he sits like right behind me..g is also the best *higher up* ive had the fortune of meeting all my career..and is rather huge but has a smile to die for)..but g too has his temper i guess..and someday, thanks to the aforesaid dude, m going to be at the wrong end of it..coz invariably m upto anything but work when he turns up at our place..
Ofcourse g, being the professional he is, doesnt so much as glance at my screen. But it still isn't a nice thing to happen. And one too many times at that.

Its tough to be good

Its difficult to be and do right all the time. Especially when it excludes being human.
Thats such a lousy excuse!! 'human' is a word invented by man to ratify his frailities.
And its some kind of elixir. Its only the first step that matters, convincing yourself its ok(human) to be bad/wrong/indifferent/selfish....Its easier then on!!
I'm such a bitch. And I've been hurting L a lot these days. I'm not sure how much longer he(Or I) will stand this. All I know is we dont need this kind of endurance test.
Can you adjust/realign your dreams for the sake of love? How much should you love somebody to be able to do that?

Weddings and (not entirely related)dreams

Two months and quite a lot has happened. But surprisingly little has changed. So far(and thats hardly a month) so good. Its weird how people keep asking you how it feels to be married. As if I'd tell, either ways!!...............
One of my closest friends got married to a once senior at college. I've known both of them for close to 6 years now and they make a charming(touchwood) couple. . Love and Godspeed, you two.
We're shifting homes this weekend(to a 3 bhk) and am trying to convince lover we can afford a packers and movers service. And lover, inspite of the splurgethrift(that deserves another post on its own..i'll put it up soon, and see if the threat of public defamation makes him wiser) that
he is, is convinced they come exorbitantly priced. Not like we/I'll be doing most of the work. With his dad and mom around, its most likely they'll end up doing most of the packing and stuff and they are(like parents come) even more staunchly against the whole idea...Broz on vacation as well(shutdown.. ah..for hp times ..sniff sniff :( )....on second thots, i hardly miss hp)..

I got inspired by the tagging fever , and decided to give a shot at the latest one thatz doing the rounds. And thankfully this doesnt require me to write 55 word stories or dig up titles of my previous(non existent) posts to form a sequence.

Things i want to do
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1)Travel a lot, yeah this is cliche but wtf there's a reason cliches are. All kinds of places too, Noth India, especially the villages. Gujarat/Rajasthan/Calcutta(yeah, ive not even got that far yet...) Europe(..but onez entitled to dreams, rite) the countryside. Closer home, I wanna go to wayanad, pondi, Bekal ..this is an unrealised childhood dream, or lets say teenage..eeks, even teenage seems like so loong ago now...are my wrinkles visible yet?..(i actually reached out for a wrinkle lift kinda cream last time in h&g and l was aghast to say the least, and he actually got all so caring and soft, as if i'd gone mental and he had to handle me right..and i got put off and put the thing right back..he bought me a fab moistouriser from dove instead, but i gave it to grandma on my last visit hu coz of a medical condition needs it mire than i do)
2)Make love on a moving train :D
3)Be an awesome cook, make truly exotic stuff..this dream is stalled until m in charge of my own kitchen, whenever that is..but m confident ill be up to it then...(and to think i havent even got my basics right!!)
4)Stay a night in a tent on a riverside
5)Be a passionate lover, a fun companion and a good wife..(nah, no catch here, just one man involved)
6)Be the best mom ever.
7)Read (more)
8)Now that I'm in my (almost - no dream can be translated to absolute reality) dream job..try and do a good job of it.
9)Retire early and live in kerala..in one of those Sathyan Anthikad kindavillages where therez still a nice mix of tradition and connectivity (its retired LIFE you see, not vacation, i dont want to be lonely and banished..get the drift?) kids, they better be able to luk after themselves by then..i think lover will accompany me, though for now i'll leave it to him..this one dream is like the most important..i guess am looking to it to be a compensation of a life not so wholly lived..isnt that what all of us want of retirements?
10)Be a good daughter, a good daughter-in-law(the latter's obviously a lil tougher, but not impossible).., the best sis(to the best sis in the whole world) and the best bhabhi(the last two ive almost achieved.. m sure the concerned parties will vouch for me :D)
11)volunteer time, regularly(this is one of my new year resolutions)
12)Own a house
13)Learn belly dancing :D..(hubby butts in, says no to belly dance, says i dnt have a nice belly and should go for bharatnatyam instead..just not my cuppa tea..mohiniyattam maybe..true mal stuff..and m likely to have grace rather than speed, though i seriously doubt either...)
14)Go to a temple more often(this is another resolution for '06)

Things I can do
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I've been just sitting here staring at the screen realising how this list will hardly even match up to the first, and am feeling all low about it and have decided not to put anything here

Things I cannot do
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1)Keep my own secrets, especially nice ones..there have been countless times when I've bought stuff, made stuff, ordered stuff for lover/chakki/friends..only to be too excited bout the whole idea myself and either telling them rightaway or doing it sooner than m supposed to..In all the three years i've known l, i've never given him a gift in time!!
2)Pretend (to myself or the world) that things are ok...this is no saintly stuff..and not a virtue either..and not even bout being honest..just plain loser talk.
3)Keep my voice low..especially when m excited/angry...thanks to being born to a *lecturing* couple!!..the general decibel level in our house is a few points higher(yeah i knw thats not hw decibels work..its logarithmic..but please, poetic license sake) than any average household. And hubby is such a stickler for public manners its one sore point between us.
4)Work for more than an hour at a stretch without being distracted(this is a rather new development thanks to the month long break from wrk..looks like i have some form of coderz block)
5)Stop daydreaming
6)Blog regularly..

this is getting boring, anyways Happy New Year one and all.


Footnote : lover and hubby refer to the same person. lover is for times when hez being addressed/referred to lovingly(duh!!)..and hubby is for mundane and not-so-loving references

I'm NOT an atheist..

..and not all quizzes are purrfect.

Haymaker

You are one of life’s enjoyers, determined to get the most you can out of your brief spell on Earth. Probably what first attracted you to atheism was the prospect of liberation from the Ten Commandments, few of which are compatible with a life of pleasure. You play hard and work quite hard, have a strong sense of loyalty and a relaxed but consistent approach to your philosophy.


You can’t see the point of abstract principles and probably wouldn’t lay down your life for a concept though you might for a friend. Something of a champagne humanist, you admire George Bernard Shaw for his cheerful agnosticism and pursuit of sensual rewards and your Hollywood hero is Marlon Brando, who was beautiful, irascible and aimed for goodness in his own tortured way.


Sometimes you might be tempted to allow your own pleasures to take precedence over your ethics. But everyone is striving for that elusive balance between the good and the happy life. You’d probably open another bottle and say there’s no contest.

What kind of humanist are you? Click here to find out.

ON@TCC

This is the website for Chetab Bhagatz new blog. Though the overhyped launch sure makes room for scepticism..what with a passworded site(463 ) and a month long run up at his blog.