tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368097418002503742024-03-13T13:08:41.499+05:30damnshilpahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836252328436044516noreply@blogger.comBlogger101125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-38418152347068970152011-08-31T23:18:00.000+05:302011-08-31T23:18:35.709+05:30Home<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">"No matter what goes wrong always remember your way back home. If you fail to do something, remember the path back home. Come back home, we will accept you and always support you, we will always be with you"<br />
I read this in a book and this is what a mother had to say to a daughter on her wedding day.<br />
<a href="http://inloveheart.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/girl_walking_in_the_hazy_light.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://inloveheart.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/girl_walking_in_the_hazy_light.jpg" width="320" /></a>I guess these things happen only in the movies or in books, never in reality. If it were to happen in reality, I don't think young/old married women would ever consider to kill themselves. It is very disturbing to read that a young software engineer from bangalore decided to end her life at the age of 25 because her in-laws were making her life a living-hell. Even though hers was a love marriage and she had chosen the guy after dating him for some good 3 years, her husband failed to support her. I would not completely blame the in-laws or the husband for this. The girls parents are also to be blamed. The girl ended here life because she had nowhere else to go...not even to her mother. If the girl was comforted saying "No matter what goes wrong always remember your way back home", I am sure she would have found her way back home. </div>shilpahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836252328436044516noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-49005652874210033092011-07-29T19:53:00.000+05:302011-07-29T19:53:23.634+05:30: /<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>1st impression is the best impression. Or is the last impression that matters? <br />
I think its the 1st impression that matters because it helps is shaping your perception towards him/her. 1st impression shapes the last impression.</li>
</ul><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>You can lead a horse to water but cannot make it drink. This is so true for donkeys like us. I strongly believe in this. <br />
In case you are the person being made to drink err...water, "You gotto do what YOU gotto do" and not "you gotto what you OUGHT to do". Whatever you do, you need to show some interest. Show that it matters. We are not zombies. We have life or may go get 1, if you dont have 1 :P. If you can't show some interest then DONT DO IT. Do what you like and voila 'interest' follows.<br />
On the other hand, we tend to force others to do something that we like. Ab tera khooon khoon mera khoon kaveri neeru. Jo hona hain so hoga....making others dance to our tunes is kinda being selfish on our part, isn't it? If the other person does something just for the heck of it, halfheartedly, doesn't show any damn interest, WE are at loss.<br />
Now, what does the saying have anything to do with a horse, why not a deer, tiger or any water drinking animal? </li>
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<li>Dhobi ka kuttha na ghar ka na ghat ka - why kuttha? Dhobi ka donkey hota hain na? Liktha kaun hain yeh sab.</li>
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<ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Why am i writing all this nonsense?<br />
coz i have no other better work in my life and am lazy as a mule...c'mon how can you call a mule lazy. That poor thing is used as beast of burden.</li>
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<ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Misplaced bike key => Prayed to god to find the key for me. Agreed to treat him at the Leelas. And god agreed. I found the key. Devravne. There are somethings that money cant buy....for everything else there is GOD<br />
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<li>But my bike wouldn't start => I guess even GOD cant buy somethings.<br />
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<li>Spend 2.30 hours in a rickshaw, going up and down the potholes of bangalore => miss mysore a lot<br />
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<li>wait for somebody the whole day . Ignore all the other important events for this. The person chooses to take no notice => arghhh<br />
Being ignored is painful esp. when you get a cute haircut and nobody notices. <br />
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<li>End of the day, get to play with a 2 year old and he loves your gift => Truly somethings that money cant buy.</li>
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An apple is not an orange and neither is an orange an apple. Though some apples are oranges but percentage of oranges being apple is lesser than or equal to Yeddy-boy's chances of retaining his CM seat.<br />
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The phrase "apples are apples and oranges are oranges" is more quoted than Arnab goswami's phrase "Let me interrupt you here for a minute" and it has become one of the most widely accepted laws of science.<br />
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Frequent Q & A answered by Einstein <br />
<ul><li><b>But aren't oranges, as apples are, fruits?</b> </li>
</ul><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20060103052855/uncyclopedia/images/9/9f/Einsteinaao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20060103052855/uncyclopedia/images/9/9f/Einsteinaao.jpg" width="244" /></a></div>Ahh, but recent evidence has clearly proven that oranges are actually closely related to the three(or six for that matter)-toed sloth, which is clearly <b>not</b> a fruit, despite many shared qualities between the two. <br />
<ul><li><b>Isn't it true that oranges, just like apples, exist?</b> </li>
</ul>This could not be further from the truth; apples have not been proven to exist, therefore they do not. <br />
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<ul style="text-align: left;"><li><b>Both apples and oranges are round, right?</b></li>
</ul>This is a very good question but it was apple that fell on Newton's head and not an orange., therefore oranges are not round.<br />
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Inference : Hens Proved!!! APPLES ARE APPLES AND ORANGES ARE ORANGES...<br />
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Courtesy : Uncyclopedia.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.taxihireagra.com/images/mathura/IskonTemple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.taxihireagra.com/images/mathura/IskonTemple.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Why do we really pray? For health, wealth and happiness. Can god really help us achieve this? I guess the answer is no. Its all in our hands and nobody else. What does all the fundo <i>puja </i>signify? Nobody knows. The <i>pujari </i>in the cassette blabbers and we blindly follow. The money spent can be utilized in doing some good deed...like treating yourself @BR ;) <br />
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To top it, Mothers of India think that girls who visit temples often, are the next goddesses ...and the rest belong to "Rakhi Sawant" class.<br />
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Jaago bhakth jaago...kuch karo logon ke liye. Jo paisa bhagwan ko dethe ho, usme aadha giribon mein baato.<br />
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P.S : I am not an atheist and I am not supporting atheism. Hail Rakhi Sawant. </div>shilpahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836252328436044516noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-10223357615743394632011-06-23T22:10:00.000+05:302011-06-23T22:10:24.334+05:30Damar....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.spikejones.net/eimages/newspost_images/thumb_ist2_2976099_broken_chain_iv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://www.spikejones.net/eimages/newspost_images/thumb_ist2_2976099_broken_chain_iv.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Life is made of tiny things - real tiny ones. They can either make it or break it. Tiny things like speaking out, pretending to care, showcasing your work, being pseudo...all are important. They can either make you or break you. <br />
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The potholes, the never-moving traffic, common-sense-less morons,<br />
terrorist-auto-drivers...the list just goes on and on.<br />
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Bengalooru might be the IT Hub and blah blah but this city is really not ready for anything that is non-IT. Be it rains/natural calamities or any accidents. The Carlton tower accident is the best example-The tower caught fire due to some cable issue. It was not a major major accident but yes, few parts of the tower was burning with people trapped in the top floors.<br />
<ul style="text-align: left;"><li>The rescue ladders reached only the 4th floor while people in the 5th floor were left wondering - some took chances and leaped and died. </li>
<li>Manipal hospital was just a few yards away, but thanks to the traffic, it took them bloody 30 mins to come to the spot.</li>
<li>Firemen arrived some 2 hrs later with an empty vehicle. </li>
</ul>Lucky for us that tsunami can never strike us...lucky for us-we are not affected by earth quakes/floods. Lucky for us- no chill/heat waves. Lucky for us...rain god favours us.<br />
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However, last weekend was an exception. Rain god punished us. As expected, Bengalooru could not handle it. Trees fell, Walls fell, Traffic stopped (I was stuck in a bus for 4 hrs), Yeddi boy visited a temple for shanti (I love him). <br />
I was travelling from Malleshwaram to Majestic. I was stuck in the bus for 4 hrs and then walked to Majestic. The scene in Majestic was worse. Nothing moved. Buses were like these tiny toys just waiting for some magic to happen. Funny part was traffic was fine outside Majestic.....I wonder what was causing the traffic inside. I somehow got out of Majestic and reached home. There was a moron near Majestic peeing-away-to-glory and we all were walking on the same pavement with flowing koche + watever...I wanted to die instead of walking there. <br />
Rickshaw drivers had the busiest day charging 150 bucks for a 4 km ride.<br />
Water logging is something that everybody complains about, during rains in Bengalooru but nothing is actually done. New roads or old roads or even flyovers...they are not complete without some 765 potholes in it. <br />
The IT park where I work is the besht example. We have to walk holding strangers' hands and take care of the laptops and not notice anything that floats towards you. <br />
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We are not ready for anything in Bengalooru except for Yeddi's scam, Gowda's remarks....ABSOLUTELY NOTHING...<br />
I was in chennai last week. I was surprised by the way the city is connected via trains and buses. We covered almost 40kms in 30 mins. The journey from Railway Station to any place is so cheap and fast. I paid 7rs for 22kms. Here, in Bangalore, I paid 120 for 13kms and it takes me 90mins to reach Station irrespective of the day/time.<br />
We are not READY for the expansion. <br />
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P.S : A Huge bloody ant bit me and I have deep-wide cut on my finger now. Mother Nature is so wierd...Mother India chased that ant and killed it...How can ants be so powerful? I lost some 2 litres of blood. :(</div>shilpahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836252328436044516noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-25429257483307495652011-04-10T23:28:00.001+05:302011-04-12T00:28:11.999+05:30A Day at the Airport<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I had a tough time writing this essay "A day at the Airport". I hated letter writing, essays and comprehensions, actually. Letter Writing was so so dumb. And guess what, I don't know how to write a formal letter even today. Thats the kinda world we are in right now.Email. <br />
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Back to the topic, A day at the Airport - I had been to Bangalore Airport yesterday. I had been there before but the feeling is so different and new every single time. However, it has always left a void feeling every time, I visit the godforsaken place. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://blog.bloodonthemotorway.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/happy-sad-faces.jpg" imageanchor="1" linkindex="17" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://blog.bloodonthemotorway.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/happy-sad-faces.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>The faces that you get to see in the airport is so different<br />
from all the other faces that you get to see in other public places.<br />
The tense look on the parents' face, the happy faces-jumping around, the sad faces-that are leaving with a heavy heart behind, the I-dont-know-whats-happening-here faces (me)- - its such a mixed bag. I constantly tried hard not to look at the sad faces. But they were everywhere. The about-to-cry moms, constantly crying friends (girls), weeping kids, I-cant-cry men.<br />
When it is you who is traveling, the experience is a bit different. You have the extra burden of what-lies-ahead and that keeps you occupied all the time. And I feel this feeling keeps all the other emotions at bay. Personally, I hate the travel bit. I get air-sick. My neighbour kinda gets sick of me. The food is crap. The smell is yuk. The feeling is very very yuk yuk yuk yuk.<br />
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I was there yesterday to see someone off, which I have Never-Ever done. I have always avoided bidding good-byes. But I did it successfully yesterday. No Sweat.<br />
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I sincerely pray to god that trains should get faster than flights or telepathy is super-cool. Devre, plz shut down all the airports. <br />
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</div>shilpahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836252328436044516noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-33722361852781921072011-03-29T20:21:00.000+05:302011-03-29T20:21:54.806+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">- Some of the Indian authors are very good. Its fun to read indian books. It might not be all-poetic with weird words in it but its nice. All that matters is - I can relate to the book. Reading, Small lil' things, when marriage is made in comedy circus currently<br />
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- Sev Puri is my new love...<br />
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- It so happens that whenever I am ready for the worse the WORST happens. <u><b>THE WORST</b></u>. I hate it :(<br />
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- Wonder how long distance relationships work. Some great person once told me "out of sight is out of mind". My long distance relationship is not working.......aaaah with my team in hyd. I am next to invisible, which is good and bad.<br />
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- I am doing everything that I once refrained my enemies from doing...nailpolish, lens, beauty Salon...yes I said the B word. What has the world come to? <br />
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- Waiting for the match between India - Pak tomo. Makkla India solli..<br />
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- Why can't things for a change happen the way I want it to. HUH...<br />
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- Broken promises hurt me because I just believed in them again.<br />
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- I miss watching Kyunki saaas bhi kabhi...I was loving it. ee kap-kapi thara hosa serial bandhu che nam ekta kapoor angadi muchkond hodhlu.<br />
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- I love simpsons. :)</div>shilpahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836252328436044516noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-75401925153909320142011-02-10T00:06:00.001+05:302011-02-10T00:08:01.794+05:30What has the world come to?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
- I had Rava Dosa last weekend and it was bad. arghhh. Now I dont want anything else in life. Life ishtene. What has the world come to?<br />
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<a href="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/149877/Dork/Poster%20Dork.gif" imageanchor="1" linkindex="23" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://dl.dropbox.com/u/149877/Dork/Poster%20Dork.gif" width="141" /></a>- Started reading books again. Completed DORK. Its a fun book about a moron(fresher) who is trying hard to make it big in his first company. He tries hard to impress his superiors but ends up screwing it.<br />
What I liked in the book is that, its my story, its any fresher's story. However, there were times it was overdone. His goofiness was overdone. Also, what attracted me most about DORK is its cover. I know a book should not be judged by its cover but my creative side is unaware of this. I, esp. liked the praise section. It was funny. <br />
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The second book that I am gonna begin is Rebirth. Its the connection a mother has with her yet-to-be-born kid and her screwed up relationship with her husband and her parents. <br />
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- Watched loads of Adam Sandlers movies. sakaaythu seriously.<br />
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- This is a weird incident that happened in the book store where I bought the above mentioned books.<br />
A 10 year old boy had picked 2 books. I guess it was 3rd and 4th part of Harry Potter series.<br />
Mom : beta, you have already read Harri pother. Why do you buy it again?<br />
Son : NO ma, that was the 1st and 2nd series. This is the next part<br />
Mom : Acha kya hain kya iss mein?<br />
Dad with a book in his hand: What did you select?<br />
Son : 3rd and 4th part of HP<br />
<a href="http://www.clipartoday.com/_thumbs/034/S/Scared_3_tnb.png" imageanchor="1" linkindex="24" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.clipartoday.com/_thumbs/034/S/Scared_3_tnb.png" width="110" /></a>Dad : But you just bought HP the other day.<br />
<div style="color: red;"><i>If I were his son, I would've died that very second. But this poor boy replied.</i> </div>Son : That was different.<br />
Dad : Please explain in detail. <br />
<div style="color: red;"><i>I wanted to kill the dad. Poor guy was asked to explain in detail with onlookers giggling</i></div><i> </i>Son : that was the 1st and 2nd series. This is the next part<br />
Dad : If you read such books, kuch nahi hoga. Nobody will listen to you. You will just screw up your life. You must set an example for him.<br />
Dad pointed at his 3 year old son while the 10 year old Son listened with his head hung. Dad now, showed him the book he had selected for the boy - My Experiments with Truth by M.K. Gandhi<br />
<i>I could not believe it.</i><br />
Dad : You should read such books and implement whatever he said in your life and then your friends will start respecting you.<br />
<i> <span style="color: red;">C'moooooooooonn. I cant believe the man thinks that 10 year old kids will respect the boy if he reads Gandhi's books.</span> </i><br />
Dad : kuch nahi hoga Harry pother padne se....koi respect nahi dega.<br />
<div style="color: red;"><i>And then I selected DORK and walked away. (which I am sure is worse for a 25 yeard old to read) </i></div><br />
I cant believe a 10 year old had was being gruelled for being a 10 year old. I read Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys till I was bloody 18. What has this world come to? I really felt sad for the kid who had to eventually succumb to his dad's wishes.<br />
Nothing against Gandhi's book but I think kids should be given the freedom to do what thwy really want.<br />
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- Kids these days are way too sharper than I am now- to be frank. I dont think it is for anybody's good. They know how to find their way into something. They know how to get things rolling. Masterminds that they are. I saw one such kid at the same book store :<br />
He was around 5 yeard ols with a red colour glasses on. I could see lil' Mark Zuckerburg in him. He was pointing at a book and asked his dad to but it for him. Guess what he wanted. Some Drawing book...no, story book...no, comic books...no. He wanted a bloody Junior Encyclopedia. A 5 year old wanted a Junior Encyclopedia. What has the world come to?<br />
Dad : No beta, this book that we have bought is good.<br />
<div style="color: red;"><i>I am sure the dad picked "how-to-make-my-5 year-old-behave-like-one?"</i></div>Junior Mark Zuckerburg (JMZ) : No dad I want this.<br />
<i> </i>Dad : Nahi beta, we have the right book.<br />
JMZ : No I want this.<br />
<div style="color: red;"><i>He started to throw tantrums. I was happy that finally this guy started to behave like a kid.</i></div>Dad : Trust me beta, we have bought the right book. This book is also interesting.<br />
<i> </i>JMZ : Noooooooo<br />
Dad : trust me.<br />
JMZ : Nooooo<br />
Dad :Trust me beta trust me.<br />
JMZ <i>shouted : </i>No I dont trust you and walked away.<br />
<i>The genius that he was. he left his dad wondering....yeh cheez hain kya? </i><br />
The father found it quite funny when the kid said "I dont trust you" but its not. Kids need to groomed well and need to be taught what is right and what is wrong. <i> </i><br />
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- I know both these stories are contradicting. 1 kid was behaving his age and his dad wanted him to become a Gandhi will the other was behaving like an Einstein and his dad wanted him to behave his age. I just want kids to be kids and want them to enjoy their time and want their naive thoughts to be nourished.<br />
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- I dont want to eat Rava Dosa ever. What has the world come to?<br />
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</div>shilpahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836252328436044516noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-54825699836894871002010-12-18T19:43:00.001+05:302010-12-18T22:28:10.673+05:30Tch<ul><li>ok, I guess I hate rejection more than changes. Again most of us do. During my college placements, I wanted to get in to a "mass" company because getting in was easy and it meant that, I did not have to go through a series of rejections in the interviews. Loads of guys asked why a "mass" company, but I obviously lied to all of them :) <br />
Even today, I might not make a move easily with the fear of getting rejected. Tis ' not just the rejection but also the period of over-coming which involves massive self-ripping. <br />
So, I conclude, tis' not the changes that I am running away from, it is the rejection of being accepted that keeps me at bay. However, REJECTION seems to be finding its way back to me. </li>
<li>I want to eat Rava Dosa.</li>
<li>I am running out of ideas for cartoons. (Please refrain yourself from saying "YOU ARE A CARTOON YOURSELF")</li>
<li>Saw Guzaarish, Couples Retreat, Uthama puthiran, Social Network </li>
<li>I want to make a movie on Harishankaran, on the same lines of Social Network. <a href="http://doodleloony.blogspot.com/2010/09/hariiiiiiiiiiii.html" linkindex="19">Hari</a> , like Mark is ambitious ( and might be a billionaire soon) . He is the co-founder of <a href="http://interviewstreet.com/" linkindex="20">http://interviewstreet.com</a>. </li>
<li>I want to go 6 years back. I want to study Arts and make it my profession or may be even Event Management. <br />
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P.S : My 2 year old neighbour rejected me, :( so the post. He refused to play with me and instead picked another 2 year old kiddo over me. Life ishtene. <br />
Hari, I have been adverting interviewstreet wherever possible, so solpa pay maadi. </li>
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How I hate changes!!! Everybody does I guess. Atleast when we are in our safe lil' nest where no cuckoo would bother to peek-in. But then change is inevitable. It has to peek-in one day. That day might either turn out to be the worst day of your life or the best day if you just flow with the change and let it happen because whatever-happens-happens-for-good.<br />
JUST GO WITH THE FLOW!!!shilpahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836252328436044516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-89458279736890349732010-11-21T14:46:00.000+05:302010-11-21T14:46:58.456+05:30Random Ramblings- Nan Mobile alltha idhe. No calls no msgs. I am thinking of committing its suicide.<br />
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- I always tend to work hard towards something that I know is impossible. I always put that extra effort in achieving it. I am not talking about the materialistic pleasures like success/high rank. I am talking mainly about the tiny pleasures...impressing people around us, impressing that gal or guy who-doesn't-give-a-damn, talking to that person who is kinda ignoring you. That extra effort that I put in is quite annoying. And hola, when my efforts pay off, I always ALWAYS tend to go against it. <br />
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- Its been almost 3 years in Bangalore. This place teaches me so many lessons everyday about struggle, life, happiness, pleasures. Not that Mysore dint, but I guess now is the time for me to learn.<br />
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- I want to eat Paneer Dosa.<br />
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- Wish I knew I were a creative person, a couple of years back.<br />
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- I am confused, very very confused right now. I detest a certain sect of people and I have a feeling that I have started to fall in that category.<br />
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- I want to eat Rava Dosa too. I have been trying to catch hold of one.<br />
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- Wonder how my life would have if my name was Annapooranamma. This was my 1st name. Sounds cooler than my current name. <br />
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- Loving my PS3+Move.shilpahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836252328436044516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-71159910987009616982010-09-25T13:42:00.000+05:302010-09-25T13:42:06.975+05:30Oh the Rain!!!!!!<i>"The first drops of rain always bring a smile on our faces. The smell of wet soil, the damp grass, and the slosh of puddles under our feet make us want to dance with wanton joy. Rains make a heart go romantic. Ever danced in the rain? The feeling is inexplicably beautiful. Hold your sweetheart's hand and walk in the rains while the clouds play cupid. "</i><br />
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Who ever said this is not a Bangalorean. However, I AM.<br />
Yesterday it rained cats and dogs here. I had planned for a DBC yesterday but all in vain.<br />
Thanks to the rain.<br />
Rains have always been an element of love romance, in the movies, books. Cut to reality, rains are always a pain (you know where). I was just 2kms away from home sweet home but the ride in the rain was horrible. I had forgotten to carry my jacket. My poor lil' PEP had just recovered from a rare disease ( MILEAGE and SPEED never crossed 20) and yesterday was another test. Poor PEP had to swim in a 2km Hurdle race. After 1 km, a Spider hopped onto my neck, god knows for what bloody reason. It was huge. <br />
I chucked my PEP in a parking place and I decided to walk for a while. The rain had come down by now but continued to show no mercy. I walked around with my helmet on. The open drainage on the roads were filled and water was gushing away to glory. Hopping from one safe place to the other, I some-how made it home. Oh yeah, I forgot the main problem. My glasses. I got a new pair of geeky glasses which dont fit me. Its the worst torture, wearing glasses in a rain while riding. OMG. This new pair is worse, I wish they had a wiper. FYI...I have been going through this pain for 13 years now. <br />
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This is how rains are in reality. The quote is a dhod sullu. Rain does not symbolize romance, its a pain (you know where). yavanadhru iga rain mele ondh romantic post baribekalla. chindhi chithranna. "<i>Hold your sweetheart's hand and walk in the rains while the clouds play cupid</i>." Hodusko thaane yelladhru sikkudhre. Illi nadiyakke jaaga illa, kay kay hodkond nadiyodh bere.shilpahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836252328436044516noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-67871398559391498022010-09-10T21:04:00.000+05:302010-09-10T21:04:54.421+05:30Oh god!!! plz kapaaduFinally mugithu. This has by far been the worst WORST ever week of my life. <br />
Everything was fine on the last weekend. I even watched "We Are A Family". I know I know, I watched with great difficulty. Lets discuss this later. So, after watching that fateful movie, I started the week with a bang. <br />
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Monday morn - My maid servant for some reason thought of eloping to her native. Mother India said "you are replacing her". kasta pattu 4 years engg odhi - VTU nalli - 8th sem nalli proj maadi :P - L.K.G nalli 1st Rank thandhu - and here I am with a saarso batte.<br />
Now after mane-mundhe-neer-haaki-gudsi-saarsi, I went to office just to find out that my old friend was having a very bad time and I feel she doesnt deserve to be in a situation she is in right now.<br />
Hold still, this was just the beginning of the week. I couldnt work after this. The same afternoon, a friend fell sick, she had to be admitted to the hospital. My mind was going bonkers. Isht saaldhu antha, I fought with a friend and screwed it up big time. BIG TIME.<br />
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I thought this was it. Its just a bad day but no, the next day, I found out that my super bike's mileage has been around 10 for quite a few months and I dint even know about it. I must have spent a fortune on the petrol in the past few months. Also the SUPER bike decided that I-am-not-gonna-go-beyond 20 speed. The only vehicle I over-took was tharkari-maaro-gaadi. I could not over-take a cycle man. <br />
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Wednesday nothing happened. thank you god for this. Mother India also gave me an off from work. <br />
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Thursday maha bhayankara day - While I was saarsing the mane, I tripped over something and fell over the bucket full of galij-water. Splash, living room full of water. There I was, swimming in the water, fighting for my life. Floods nalli iro thara feeling. Water had already conquered the sofa ( the sofa's coushions touch the ground ). Mother India arranged for my thithi. I got into such a bad fight with her. I spent the next 3hrs in the flood relief program. <br />
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Come Friday - I am still not in talking terms with my mom. My friend continues to ignore me despite all my so-called attempts . I havent done a naya-paisa work though out the week. <br />
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Oh god, lets call it a week. Lets not wait till Sunday. Please consider this as my sincere-humble request, plz plz get over with this week asap.shilpahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836252328436044516noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-83565230806458211392010-08-03T21:30:00.000+05:302010-08-03T21:30:26.865+05:30Kya Chahiye Madam? kidhar jana?These 2 years in bangalore have been a pain you know where ;) Seriously, the traffic, the rickshaw drivers, the multi lingual murugespalya. Oh God Murugespalya!!!!<br />
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My <i>mane road </i>has 2 kannada-speaking family and I include my family in it (We are telugu, but the 3 of us know kannada). Creepy Palya. However, Mother India loves it. She has never had soooo many friends ever before. <i>Nan kathe keli...Aapice nalli hindi. yeshte try maadudhru shudha hindi nalle maathu kathe. Neighbours jothe Englis. Yenadhru by mistake friends call madudhre kannada dhalli muthu udhrathe. </i><br />
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Loads of friends ask "Why the new found love towards kannada?". That is true, I can just speak in kannada and I have shared my painful experience with the language as a cariculum.<br />
However, looking at Bengalooru's plight, not just increases my love for kannada but also manages to increase my hatred towards all the other languages that have taken its place.<br />
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<i>Angadige hodhre "kya chahiye madam anthaane?" Aa angadi dhavnu malyali. Avnge Tamil telugu barathe. He is currently learning Bengali. Idh bari avn kathe alla...Auto drivers, Bus conductors...yellaru ashte. </i><br />
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I am not an anit-kannada types. I appreciate the fact that people like it here but it hurts when our language is not given the respect which it deserves. I hate it when <i>kannadigas </i>do not respect their roots and curse everything associated with namma karnataka. They are ashamed to say that kannada is their mother tongue. LOSERS. I agree that we are not perfect...be it the movies here or or what??? I guess everything as good as a metropol. Are we unhappay with the kannada movies????<br />
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I am sure most of my friends are tired of listening to this kannada gyan of mine but <i>nan maneli bandh iri ondh vara....sop maaroru "keerai" antha </i>koogthare....balehannu maroru "valapalam" anthaare...<br />
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Alas, I am sure nothing is going to change as we have developed as a city and grown into a IT Hub. But I guess we kannadigas can take a small step in acknowledging namma kannada.shilpahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836252328436044516noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-84697392845116319272010-05-07T23:38:00.004+05:302010-05-08T00:35:26.853+05:30<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/S-RW8VkacPI/AAAAAAAABaU/aRev62cbYp0/s1600/tablet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/S-RW8VkacPI/AAAAAAAABaU/aRev62cbYp0/s320/tablet.jpg" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/S-RdlB5W9WI/AAAAAAAABao/3cmsjyZFCj4/s1600/pensil_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/S-RdlB5W9WI/AAAAAAAABao/3cmsjyZFCj4/s320/pensil_1.jpg" tt="true" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/S-RYbC8681I/AAAAAAAABag/ZjNWqLv-u0U/s1600/ps.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/S-RYbC8681I/AAAAAAAABag/ZjNWqLv-u0U/s320/ps.jpg" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/S-ReOpL86HI/AAAAAAAABaw/SugsMvzJYQ4/s1600/Ad_ill.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/S-ReOpL86HI/AAAAAAAABaw/SugsMvzJYQ4/s320/Ad_ill.jpg" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/S-Rj0bUU5KI/AAAAAAAABa8/ZJdXx7mQHws/s1600/at_work.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/S-Rj0bUU5KI/AAAAAAAABa8/ZJdXx7mQHws/s320/at_work.jpg" tt="true" /></a></div>shilpahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836252328436044516noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-8225970116074364282010-03-22T01:23:00.000+05:302010-03-22T01:23:44.306+05:30Pleasure was mine<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Friends are the funniest things that god has ever given us. I am not kidding. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New;">This week was very special to me as I met loads of friends. The 1st in the list is a close friend, whom I hadnt met for 2 years. The funny part is - we were in the same city during these 2 years but we could never meet up. I felt really funny at the beginning. Those awkward pauses, running out of common topics. However I felt really really good meeting her. I realized how I miss those innocent school days. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">I met another old friend from school. I hadnt seen him for 10 straight years. I am not kidding. Again ran out of words, topics but again fun. I suppose, meeting up 10 year old pals does not happen quite often.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">I need to mention another special friend, the entrepreneur. I met him at a common friends house. Played PS2. Never ran out of topics :). Those guys are awesome</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">Quite funny and wierd that I am feeling right now. I kinda dont know if the reason for this is catching up with old friends, really old friends or the fact that its already MONDAY!!!!! </span>shilpahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836252328436044516noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-33760468863805555032010-03-16T20:02:00.000+05:302010-03-16T20:02:48.769+05:3024th year miracles<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have some bad news for you guys....really really really bad news...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I am 24 years old. OMG. I know I always crib about my age- be it 20 or 24. But this year I am depressed for real.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I dono how this happened? I remember clearly, I was so proud on my 18th birthday...freedom, friends were the only thing on my mind. No mundane thoughts...feels like yesterday. I dont know how the years just passed by. I am not kidding.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">With age comes (unnecessary) responsibility and the chance to get to hear from auntigalu...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I got a chance to participate in this earth shattering conversation...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This started as a casual talk between my friend and her mom. I happened to join them by chance but I loved it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Friend's Mom : Girls, you are no longer kids. You guys need to understand how to behave in public places".</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My friend was the 1st to react "Mom. what the hell is this?" </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>That was exactly my sentiments.</em></strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This dint stop her mom. She continued " You girls should stop wearing jeans and all the other nonsense stuff like..the earring that you are wearing". She pointed to me.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>"Hello, excuse me!!!", I exclaimed, ofcourse in my mind.</em></strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My friend who for some reason did not find it apt to stop her mom at this juncture, waited for the next comment. "Look at Tulsi... She looks so beautiful and yesht lakshanavagi idhale. Bottu itkondu, balle haakondu...olle hudgi maathra. On the other hand look at look at Bipasha. She is always watching movies. English nalle maathadthale.", she continued.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>"Hello. Excuse me!!!" I again exclaimed, ofcourse in my mind.</em></strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"You know Lakshmi...She never speaks. I dont know why!! You should speak when guests come home, girls. Being silent seems arrogant. Kobbu ankothaare."She said.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>"Hey Bhagwan, mujhe utthale!!!!" I again exclaimed in my mind.</em></strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My friend somehow read my mind and started to divert her attention.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Alas, her mom continued, "But you know, Bipasha thumba maathadthale. Kobbu avlge. She does not care at all. Too much I say, alva ma?" she asked me.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>I smiled back. Now my friend and I started to feel dizzy.</em></strong> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now, my friend's grandma pitched in. "I never allowed your mother to talk to any boy in her life. But nowadays I see that a girl talking to another girl should also be restricted".</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My friend and I shifted from our places and moved apart by a few inches.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"and girls, after a certain age, you should stop wearing these funky watches or these rings", again she pointed to me. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>OMG, am I dreaming? somebody please pinch me or better somebody please stab me. </em></strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"by the way, do you know how to cook? atleast basic saaru and palya? because my daughter is a moron. she cant even boil water."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>"I can boil water easily aunty", I mocked.</em></strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Dont mind my question aaythama? I am just trying to help you girls" my friend's mother said. "You have very less time left. You know that right".</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Yup", my friend and I said in chorus. Thus the conversation ended and I started to think on a serious note...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Do guys also get to hear such noble thoughts? and what would that be?</em></strong></span>shilpahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836252328436044516noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-40948565157926758022009-12-01T10:43:00.001+05:302009-12-01T10:47:43.200+05:30Idhu yaaru baredha katheyoThis weekend I spent like a nerd in front of laptop. ah but watching movies not doing anything that an average nerd does ;)<br /><br />By the time I finished watching the movies, I was kinda half mad. (<em>Now Plz dont say tht I already was - thts a pathetic old joke</em>)I have never watched movies in which i had to pause and take down notes and then think abt it for a few moments. Never. However I have watched complicated movies and gotten over it. But this weekend was special.<br /><br /><u>1st movie</u> : Premonition : <em>Let me try to explain the movies in my own words rather than Ctrl C + Ctrl V from imdb</em>.<br />The leading lady (Sandra Bullock) wakes up everyday to find out that her week is jumbled as in the days in the week are not ordered. 1st comes thursday whr she finds out her husband died yday i.e. Wednesday.Next day she wakes up to find her husband alive coz tht is Monday. Next day, Saturday, again she finds herself in the funeral of her husband. Next morning is Tuesday whr she finds tht her husband is having an affair and nothing makes sense to her coz she is as confused as ppl watching her. Finally comes Wednesday when she decides whether to save her unfaithful/shitty husband or let him die. HELL.<br /><br /><u>2nd Movie</u> : Lake House (Sandra Bullock again). She has this something to tease our brains.She leaves her Lake House behind for her profession and settles else where in the city. All this happens in the year 2006. She decides to leave a mail to the new Lake House resident. This new resident (Keanu Reaves) responds back coz hes confused. <em>Plz Concentrate, this is whr the confusion starts</em>. For him, the current year is 2004 and for Sandra, the current year is 2006. She is in the future. How do they communicate? The mail box at the Lake House becomes the Time Channel. And then loads of confusions like : They meet each other at a party in 2004. At this point Keanu has already fallen in love with her but Sandra fails to recognize him coz she falls in love with him in 2006. DAMN U.<br /><br /><u>3rd Movie</u> : Butterfly Effect : (No Sandra Bullock)This was the worse. I chose this movie coz the name of the movie was intimidating. But I CANNOT pen the movie in words. It was way too confusing. I guess the main resaon behind this confusion was watching all these movies back to back.<br /><br />4th Movie : Sixth Sense :This movie made some sense,<em> Finally</em>.<br />I dont understand why I choose these movies out of 20 other movies. I really fail to understand.shilpahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836252328436044516noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-59429889453136319992009-11-18T23:58:00.015+05:302010-12-27T22:21:20.265+05:30Jhor ka Jhatka Dheere Se lageThe other day, I freaked my mom out when I told her about my well-kept secrets, etc, etc.... She still thinks I was kidding. She kinda blames my friends for leading me on the "wrong path" . Poor MOTHER-INDIA. I know I'll always remain innocent in her eyes.<br />
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Today, I freaked out when a lady asked me "Where do you see yourself after 5 years?" I kinda saw this coming. But I dint expect this question to generate 500V jhatka.<br />
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If she had asked me this question an year ago-when I was still in coll, I would have been spot-on coz I had a ready-made answer which I had assembled from various placement sites. ;) If she had asked me this when I was just a 6 month kid in this proffession, I would have given her a lame answer.<br />
But, SCREW HER. Y NOW? This question is scarier than EC (Electronic Circuits) questions. This time I know I dont have to impress anybody with my over-the-world answer. I also know tht I am no longer a FRESHER to not-know-any-thing.<br />
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Where the F do I see myself after 5 years?<br />
<b><span style="color: #cc33cc;"><i>Am I career oriented</i>?</span></b> DONO<br />
<i><b><span style="color: #cc33cc;">If Yes - Techinical or management?</span></b> </i>DINT I JUST TELL YOU - I DONO<br />
<i><b><span style="color: #cc33cc;">Do you have the required skills?</span></b></i> BULL SHIT<br />
<i><b><span style="color: #cc33cc;">If No - Wat else?</span></b> aaaaaa....hmmmm.......MAYBE....</i> -<br />
<i><span style="color: #cc33cc;"><b>this could mean that I am Carred Oriented</b>.</span> </i><br />
<i><b><span style="color: #cc33cc;">then Technical or Management</span></b> - </i>Prrrrrrrr<br />
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OMG, Where ever I am 5 years down the line, I am sure its gonna be HELL. I will still blog and let you guys know.<br />
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P.S : The person who asked me this question is the same person who said "You have a Serious face. A smile would help". Yaav janmadhalli paapa madidhno. kshamsu thayi. Dont freak me out.<br />
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P.S_1 : Thats my PS workshilpahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836252328436044516noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-84579432471329665542009-10-17T22:36:00.004+05:302009-10-17T22:42:22.827+05:30SmileWhat the hell. So many changes in just 1 year. I was always sorrounded by friends. or may be it was me who was hanging out with'em. but watever I was with humans.<br /><br />But now, today, I have no friends. I mean I do, but I have no clues what they r doing. (3 r an exception, who make it a point to tell me wassup in their life). Its like a I have taken a vow not to call others and not pick their calls or return their SMS and I am not interested in making new friends. I cant blame my professional life for this. I can blame it on my sunsign --Aquarius for being so aloof and detached. I was never like an aloof and detached aquarian in my school and college. I think I have realized my aquarius traits over the past 1 year. Seriously, I have behaved like a true acquarian in the past year.<br /><br />The other day, I was shell shocked when somebody told me "you have a very serious face. A smile would help ". Tell me about it, I mean, ppl always used to tell me to shut my mouth and today, there is a person who says - i had a serious face. I agree, I wasnt the funniest and the wittiest person around but i did have my PJ's going, teasing my friends or pulling their leg and I was always smiling if not laughing.Now, ppl say "smile". Lemme tell u a few more things.<br /><br />I pinged an old friend and just out of courtesy asked : hows ur sis and mom? A sane person would say fine,right?. But she, being my friend, says "all r fine... thank u... is everything fine with u? "<br />I asked "y?"<br />She said " coz.. u r suddenly... so concerned... abt me and my family... it cant happen on a regular day"<br />What the HELL. I was trying to be nice!!!<br /><br />Thrs another friend whom i asked exactly the same question : "hows ur mom?"<br />She says "y suddenly?"<br /><br />I thot it was a normal human tendency to enquire abt the other person's family. BAH!!!<br /><br />And KUDOS to the kind of conv i have these days on chat:<br /><br />frnd : hey<br />me : hey<br />frnd : how r u?<br />me : am fine. how abt u?<br />frnd : fine. hows work?<br />me : sorta hectic. how abt urs?<br />frnd : mamool.<br />me : oota aaytha?<br />frnd : yup. urs?<br />me :yup. done.<br />After 2 hrs, frnd : gotto go bye, gn<br />me : byeeee.<br /><br />Somedays i do ask abt their parents and siblings and get bashed. Mind u this is exactly the kinda conv I have these days. I am not kidding.<br /><br />I am waiting for a miracle and hoping that the same person who said i had a serious face gets to c my funny face. I still cant understand, how can she say tht i have serious face? Or may be I do.<br />BAHshilpahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836252328436044516noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-32323097630416931012009-10-15T02:02:00.004+05:302009-10-15T02:11:00.842+05:30PSHey PS work again. Comments would help.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/StY3FSFN-YI/AAAAAAAABSs/ItgVnWvaXKQ/s1600-h/eye_all_1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/StY3FSFN-YI/AAAAAAAABSs/ItgVnWvaXKQ/s400/eye_all_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392558167715346818" border="0" /></a>shilpahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836252328436044516noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-16259226080547198922009-10-02T19:24:00.005+05:302010-03-03T16:00:45.165+05:30I decided to take a walk today to feel the fresh air of MURUGESPALYA and this turned out to be a "walk to remember" (wish it were like the movie but DAMN I was alone).<br />
I passed a corner which is crowded on a normal day, normal afternoon, normal evening, normal night. This is the corner where all the thirsty men quench their thirst. Before u start coming to any conclusions, this is the place where liquor is sold. Today being Gandhi Jayanti, the corner was over crowded. Yes, you read it right. It was over crowded. it turned out that the men were over-thirsty today. There was a small boy inside the huge gate who was supplying stuff. When i was nearing the place, there were around 7-8 men. They were staring at me like they were dogs (They looked like f*&#ed up dogs). I really freaked out when i saw Police men right in front of the place. I mean What the F*%$, all this was happening in front of the KANOON. I was shit scared to be walking alone in the bright daylight and in front of those MEN and esp. the POLICE. <br />
The irony here is that today is Gandhi Jayanti who once upon a time said something about women being able to walk alone in the night. Sirjee, its getting difficult to walk alone in the daylight. KUDOS. I personally am not a big fan of Gandhi coz of various reasons. I better keep my mouth shut about this or else i might be thrown out of my PARTY.<br />
Getting back to the "WALK", I am obviously not gonna walk alone again. For all those BIG MOUTHS who say "BE THE CHANGE YOU WANNA SEE" -- A Woman can never be the DAMN change that she wants to see. Not in this f*&$ing 21st century.shilpahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836252328436044516noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836809741800250374.post-49750783154723529182009-08-15T22:10:00.004+05:302009-08-15T22:22:25.310+05:30Happy Independance dayIt was good to see flag being hoisted in murugespalya. But the sad part was that everybody were awestruck when they saw the flag. I dono for wat bloody reason. It was INDIA's flag not the NEIGHBOUR'S flag and it was Independance day. wat else do u need to hoist INDIA flag u murugespalya morons. By the way, my PhotoShop work for this season.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/SobnYTjCZGI/AAAAAAAABSA/xzH04jUQrj8/s1600-h/india.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370234010436002914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/SobnYTjCZGI/AAAAAAAABSA/xzH04jUQrj8/s400/india.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/SobnHnBLsII/AAAAAAAABR4/KpRyD23zSdU/s1600-h/india.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/SobnHnBLsII/AAAAAAAABR4/KpRyD23zSdU/s1600-h/india.jpg"></a></div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jaAFcc78fWQ/SobnHnBLsII/AAAAAAAABR4/KpRyD23zSdU/s1600-h/india.jpg"></a></div></div>shilpahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08836252328436044516noreply@blogger.com2