tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-362383002012-01-15T04:32:26.480+04:00Exactly what the title says.....my little corner to jot down everything that speeds through the grey matter before disappearing into oblivionKippie®http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536579716217903931noreply@blogger.comBlogger1281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36238300.post-21959973131593643002011-03-15T13:46:00.000+04:002011-03-15T13:46:55.995+04:00

so sitting in the back room during focus groups is contrary to popular belief not a lot of fun... but sometimes... you get a list of respondent names that can well... see for yourself Ice Air Gig Rich Pin lets just say after i spent 45 minutes smiling  i spent the rest of my time trying to think up a sentence that can fit it all :)

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We were really enjoying our trip to saddi dilli this time around... the world does look gorgeous when looking through nostaligia coloured lenses...or it could just be that delhi in winters takes on another charm! But ... all good things come to an end.... more like a screeching halt...and this is how our bubble burst... All it took was 30 mins at a jewellery store thats been in existence for

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The parents decided to sell the Delhi house my brother and I grew up in and just like that I no longer belong to delhi and delhi has become just another city i visit. *the sound of my hear breaking* Sad but true. And funny considering the lengths to which I go to dissociate myself with the city.... furiously defending my "non dilli-ness" ..... but it was my city.... it is where hindi is spoken

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The last 6 months have been so full of new experiences and so much to blog about but i keep postponing the writing to later when i collect some more strange-nesses... the result is a gaping gap since the last time in posted anything and an even bigger gaping hole where these experiences were once stored in my sieve like memory... The idea is to now write them as and when.... so heres one from

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Begins my quest for passion.... cause like Ozzy says..... nothing was ever achieved without taking a risk....  Now what DO i like doing??? :-/

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How do i spend a typical saturday evening these days? in complete loneliness... a hundred thoughts buzzing through my head... all negative.... simmering, brewing, ready to blame the world.... working 18-20 hours a day for the last 1 month... while also traveling, while also jet lagged, while also unable to speak with k for over 2 mins every 2 days, i may just have reached the end of my rope last

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Yeah i've lived in tourist interest cities before....but they were a minority!Living in Bangkok with its low expat population or rather high local population (my contexts are still dubai based) makes the tourists really stand out...Then again that could also be because they're pierced everywhere, wearing rags, tattooed, and slippered...generally hippied out! Making me the poor sodden worker feel

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The almost 5 year stint in Dubai came to an end in june to give way to new adventures in the city of angels - bangkok, thailand. At this point, i'm delighted by how 'finally' hasnt featured in the previous sentence making the Dubai sojourn a pleasant memory.So far intrigued by the city... somethings just stick as you go through your day... 1. "Fanta" as an offering to Brahma ... that Thai's have

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Tis was a fabulous year ... loads was tried tested ditched accomplished kept thrown refurbished renewed forgotten you get the drift....i got a new job... k got into college... missed some important family weddings.. . but we successfully climbed kili... think i take better photos now....i can now run 6 k at a stretch now... can keep a food log ....but apparently cannot lose weight...our house

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Ran 6 kms again last night... and am so thrilled... 1.3 kms into the run .. i had decided that 3 would be it...6 was too far...not today..i heard the irritating inner voice speak and say ...so you're giving up again when the going gets tough eh? so you... but i had valid excuses for stopping... i had a pain in my right side...you know the shooting pain you get from not drinking water and running?

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I come back from a safari in Tanzania in Oct...cause though our objective is Kili we're not going to waste our ticket money by not going on the safari. WHO knows when we next get an opportunity to see the African Safari right? Whaddya know... Nov (25 days later) I get sent to Kenya on work... AND it coincides so beautifully with 4 days of Eid holidays.. perfect for a safari... Someone's laughing

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"I live in Bombay now..." tweets KSS to a long lost friend who seems to have tracked down KSS on twitter.....incredible that KSS has to say this after having starred in over 10 famous bollywood moviesWhat bothers (perhaps not the right word, but i can't seem to find one that quite describes what i'm feeling) me is not that the friend doesnt know that KSS is famous... simply that KSS is having a "

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I read somewhere recently that over the years women have become more egotistical or have bigger egos (not sure if thats the same thing) with the result that more women (than men) think they are unique or special in some way ....Well i used to be one of those women but am proud to say that's one bad habit i no longer support. I have stopped living under the illusion that i'm unique or different...

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pontless post alert - just a consequence of extreme frustration with a call centre exec just doing his job...very badly....the only time i'm probably patient is with call centre execs.... the "need to be harmonious" with everyone in the world [ex those i love truly] attribute in my personality prompts me to politely listen to the entire sales pitch attentively [ok maybe not all that attentively]

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weather getting better.....so am back at the beach with J&K....for the daily runs... am noticeably the slowest person on the track but at least am running...not something i would hv ever thought i'd eva do even until a year ago... with every passing day we discover new things about ourselves.. i like that... like thinking that i wont get bored.. discovered websites that help you figure out your

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Slowly realising that i do things i know i shouldnt be doing even when i know that just knowing i shouldnt be doing them isnt going to stop me... u'll get this only if ur me...or as jumbled...or bright.. so heres one of them... so i'm back to being the first one (well very nearly) into work...not to be confused wth the most hard working...i kind of am the first to leave to...[but this isnt what i

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Was going through my Tanzania pics when i found this one and was inspired into creating this very random post ...the idea is to paste pics of things i love...1. Butta (Corn on the cob) served with spicy indian masalas (salt and red chilli powder) and more than a hint of lemon. Reminds me of evenings walks in Delhi. The sole purpose of those walks was to be yet another Rs 5 (was it?) poorer.

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sitting at my desk at work today going over some of the photo's i've taken during our trip to Tanzania is really making me itch for the camera. all i want to do is go out there and experiment. somehow feels like i'm cheating myself by not acting on my instincts and hence the title (far fetched but from the heart :)

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I think with age comes a declining sense of humor... really that has to be the explanation for my inability for coming up with funny titles... if you can think of another...dont tell meso here's the story of how divine intervention aided in me making it to the top of KiliThere were many... one of them involved addie getting a seat right in front of us on the flight from addis to JRO...really what

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So I made it to the Kili summit (I can now call Kilimanjaro Kili as per the climbers code) :). In fact all three of us (my friend addie and K) did. I will write about it in detail... over the next few weeks... but for now "I made it!" :)Pic of K, our guide Aaron and Moi at Uhuru Peak (The board says welcome to Uhuru Peak Tanzania,5895 amsl. Africa highest point and world's highest free standing

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First couple of days of the Dubai metro and the peeps are still figuring what is where ... I'm like a veteran on day 1 ... it seems i can exude a false sense of confidence when not needed... or maybe not if you read the ensuing conversation I had with the security official on the platform...It so happens that K was taking the metro from his workplace and we coordinated so i could get on the same

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The title: Finally the 'Dally belle' in me has broken free... I have to pen down how everyone in my class used to pronounce 'Here' as 'Hair' and 'Sphere' as 'Sphare' (like in spare with an f somewhere in the middle!). I just had to make a note of this...cause when i'm 90 and read this, i will laugh.... that is if i can still remember that i dared to blog ...or where my blog is in the www.But

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An adorable father son moment that i kinda intruded

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Taken on a 'photo' weekend....

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just a pic for the day...

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non? moi aussi.... :(Now that i've taken time to get used to the work place and gotten used to thinking about consumers and how inarticulate they can be in this part of the world.... i've begun to include my interests and a lil bit of fun in my daily life again.... I've restarted learning French and this time it's costing me AED 1300 per month less cause voila i'm self learning. Although a book

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So we're watching the IPL with full enthu....When suddenly the two batsmen decide to meet up and discuss something that looks very strategic...Now u know with the new stump camera's you can hear a lot of whats being said...adding masala to the whole thing...sometimes u even wish u couldnt lip read cause it totally ruins one's image of this nice looking awesome player who can also play well... (

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But i got online to blog so blog i will!Of course i wasnt sleepy when i got online...the state is a result of logging on to FB getting jealous over everyone elses fun life, twittering, camera reviewing etc .... So i must confess i havent been logging in. I'm way behind on following and I feel real bad. My apologies and i will try and correct that soon. just returned from a trip to India. Have

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It's only fitting that my post after a 14 day gap (just when i thought i had made it to the regularly blogging fraternity) should be about yet another blooper...My friend S invited me to go watch a play and since dramatics (rather theatrics in this case) has always been an interest i only too happily tagged along. Now i was watching one after a really long time and considering that the last one

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Me going berserk with the phone camera while waiting for my boat at the Dubai creek this morning :) Notice my transparent umbrella.... or how i can wear jeans to work :). Love it!A bike and a boat... waiting to be taken out. I've noticed how almost all photographers have one of a bicycle waiting for its owner. I seized my opportunity and maybe messed it up?! then again its only my phone camera!

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Do not ask me what this title means...but i cannot do any better when am at work (or otherwise...)Talking about all the alcohol researches done back in India, X realises he's moved up the ladder.... from DSP to Black LabelX: i used to research Shaw Wallace...they had these 3rd rate brands like DSP...and then people felt happy (status wise) when they moved on to DSP black! Tut Tut.... And there

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I am a magnet for this kinda thing! :)A conversation between me (she) and someone whom i haven't been in touch with for a while. She : Hey! been a long time...how have you been...hows the wife?He: She's good...she's quit her job...we have a six month old baby boy nowShe: Really! you guys had a child. WOW...thats really nice to hear, whats his nameHe: Its himShe: Yeah... I know ...whats his nameHe

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Somewhere along the process of growing up... we (or is it just me?) start taking things for granted.... assuming without realising we have...filling up blanks... is that what experience is? well then is it really such a good thing?Case in point. my new boss's 6 yo daughter K just learnt the "evolution of man"...r'ber homo erectus, homo sapiens et al. (btw in case you're wondering, yes it is too

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I haven't been writing because I'm depressed about getting back to being the working girl. Well not really depressed just feel that lazing and doing nothing will be something I'll nvr do again. Blogging is hard work too by my defn of laziness.... I have a lot of catching up on reading posts too... I'll get there during the working week :)For now...a couple of pics I took yesterday while K and I

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I'm going back to being a full time working girl. The freeloading on husbands monies did not work out. For the husband. For me it worked out pretty well. I have read much of what i wanted to read. Photographed much of what i wanted. Discovered that weight loss is a dream. That watching the tube is not all that it is cut out to be. What being stressless means. That i cannot cook and clean or cook

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I've done it again... I Od-ed on the good stuff this weekend. I'm suffering so I can't bear to look at the computer screen. I have had this hammering sound playing at the back of my left eye for 2 days in a row. :(NO drinking!*************************************So we were invited for our 4th "godh bharai" (indian equivalent of baby shower)on Thursday. I dont really know how K manages to get

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Tis been a crazy couple of days since last Thursday. My minds been on overdrive and I haven't had a minute without an absolutely hammering headache. You know the kind where your eyes hurt and you can't shut them but you really want to and you feel if you sleep you will miss something really important and regret it the rest of your life? You don't? Is it just me then? Sux!I get this way a lot. I

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Just a tree en route ...

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I know this feature's been a little MIA. I have only myself and my sedentary home based lifestyle to blame. I will try and post at least 1 a week. :(I am also going to focus of learning photography and my French this March....finally. So Amen to that! (p.s. wish me luck)This pic is of a Mosque near the Dubai Tennis Stadium.

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Btw have I mentioned that I'm deaf to the difference between the 'W' and 'V' sound and I discovered this only about a year ago when a colleague at work made me the butt of her joke for 5 whole mins. I now of course have voodoo / woodoo (since they're all the same to me) dolls of her too. I was sad for a whole year. Now I have come to accept this technical glitch in my system. But this W is for

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The past two weekends have been spent at the Aviation club watching the top seeds thrash it out for the championships (in the shape of a gigantic Arabic jug.... yeah really!). There's no feeling better than being forced to relax out there in the scorching sun...doing nothing but cheering.The pain comes later...when everyone you support promptly bows out of the tournament (like happens to me) or

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I haven't seen the movie but I love the idea of "pay it forward". It's brilliant in its simplicity - a dandier version of "my good deed of the day". Yet what makes it so different and distinct from the latter (my humble interpretation) is that "good deed of the day" is finite. Done, over and out. You now almost have license to be "bad" the rest of the day. It's a lot like redemption for

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I am losing (have lost?) my talent for innovative titles. **************************************************I finally saw slumdog millionaire - before its sweepstake at Al Oscars - Achievement.I loved it. It was brilliantly paced, made, cinematographed and despite my cynicsm and prejudices, I fell in love with the movie. It was an honest film. It was one that had me emotional at the thought of

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I have two nieces (my brother's kids or as they would say in meri dilli ...my real brother's kids ...never quite got my head around that one!). They are 7 and 2 years old. The 7 year old is supposedly like a carbon copy of me (as per the world in general) and I issue a silent prayer hoping for her sake thats not true! The other is going through or rather is the epitome of the "terrible two's" and

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PresumptionShe: I have to meet so many people for dinner.... you...x and y...how do I do that?Me: Well I don't really mind meeting x&y.. I don't like them too much but your call... I think I can manage this one dinnerShe: Thats nice to hear but I also want to check if they're comfortable with you! Me: *Gulp* (so self obsessed never thought of that!)************************************************

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In the spirit of valentine - me and my beau :)this was on our walk from home to city centre :)

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Part of the Dubai shopping festival was this bunch of dancers from India doing their thing on Jumeirah beach road for a total audience of 4.5 people. Felt bad for them. And for Dubai - for failing so miserably at creating the carnival spirit.

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I was driving back from class when this van was in front of me almost all the way and I got absolutely freaked out by this kid who I fel was straight out of "Omen"! Why would bhs use this picture! :)

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Albeit not a picture I've taken (obviously) and not one that was taken yesterday. However I didnt get a chance to take one yesterday and i did receive this one over email. SO, in a weird convoluted way I think it qualifies! :)Wall climbing over last weekend.

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Recently got tagged by a friend on FB asking to write "25 random things about you that will help me get to know you" or some such thing. It's been doing the rounds so if you're remotely into FB, I'm sure this one's not a stranger. The same friend wrote beautifully, and then ended it by saying that she couldn't believe she had written so much about herself and that was the reason why she stopped

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Taken at the Satwa r/a en route to my yoga class. I love this pic because it captures old Dubai (in the side view) and the new shiny Dubai just above the side view mirror.

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I had a largely indoor day yesterday... so inspiration was found in an unexpected place.... Following was dinner... (cooked of course) :)I think in a weird way, the cabbage is also special to me because its the first thing I ever cooked! Life has a funny way of throwing coincidences at you!

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I haven't seen 'slumdog' yet but I did see "luck by chance" over the weekend. I just gravitated towards the 'happier' film. Although after I did see it, I wasn't particularly cheered. It may have had something to do with the fact that I wasn't allowed to eat Nachos that I couldn't help but smell from every possible person in the hall (and S's ice cream didn't quite make the bar, and not because

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People taking the 'Aabra' (the cheapest way to cross the Dubai creek) to work. Taken with my phone camera :)

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Fireworks over the Dubai creek...finally :)

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While I did go to the Dubai creek to take pics of the fireworks last night. The parking situation deterred me whole and soul. But I did learn a new trick on photoshop (well in the process of anyway) yesterday so I think its a valid enough entry... here it is. (the trick btw is to selectively colorise) :)

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A scene that greeted me early one morning while I was sipping at my chai looking out of my window expecting to see a completely barren sandy lot ....On see these two monstrosities there I was so startled that I physically took a step back .... it reminded me of "transformers" and of course my overactive imagination embellished it with details I'd rather not get into (or you'd be convinced of my

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This morning I had a funny dream in which Tanzania (my current object of affection) looks like an English countryside with roads that go up and down hills. I had to do the African Safari on a strange bycicle (by myself) without the handbrakes. Instead, one had to lean forward to bring it to a stop. So logically (the only sane part of the dream) I had to practice through out the track. On my last

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If you are living in Dubai, you are usually tortured by bad advertising creatives. If you're a follower of cricket your chances of the torture treatment are nearly doubled!Consider this..There is an ad for wet wipes - its called "C and C" .The product itself is not bad. It is a wonderfully cheap alternative to the overpriced other wipes at any rate. However the advertising for the same has you in

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(this was to be yesterdays post)update on the weight woes - I did lose the 1.5 kgs I had to in Jan Kili was chewed over and over all of yesterday.... plans made, a few invites sent and then K descended ... ascent routes have now been redrawn...it looks like they may lead to Everest base camp ...monetary issues ....i brought it on myself by choosing to be the house bum :(... so story so far... may

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I slept restlessly last night... mind racing with a multitude of thoughts (eh speeding thoughts amen!) - i dont call my parents often enough, havent yet seen slumdog (I know!), job hunting, cluttered house (think this was the biggest thought), Roger losing, Nadal winning, aching body....Hence woke up tired...and that is a terrible feelingOver my 3rd cup of morning chai ... (up 1 from my usual

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I had the most unreal (or is the word surreal) experience last night. I was at a 'sangam' concert featuring music maestro's - Zakir Hussain, Taufiq Qureshi, U Srinivas (I love him), Selva Ganesh, Shankar Mahadevan, Charles Lloyd and Eric Harland. It was a characteristic ZH concert that I have grown to love (this was my 7th ever!) - A fusion , India meets another culture (jazz this time around). I

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No I did not mean the panju-ised version of "here". Anyone who has had the singular pleasure of growing up in New Delhi amidst Malhotra's and Khanna's will agree that sphere is sphare and here is hair... :)But not to digress and get racist... I will continue with my intended agenda.My mane has been the most prominent bane in my life. Really, it does come above the roundness and the blackness,

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I've mentioned earlier, Im not the queen of tact... I'm not even a far relative ..of course I will never admit this in public...So imagine my mortification when K with all the casualness in the world tells me that we have to meet his boss for dinner. I think my best description of it would be that I instantly grew shorter with fear. My distress was on several planes, I dont know how to eat with a

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Jan 25th 2009 marked my 30th birthday.... I have 4 unchecked items of 5... but I don't care....I realised wisely at the stroke of 30 that lists like these should not have time lines... what would life be without something to do eh?My birthday was brought in the best way possible! With loved friends throwing me a surprise party!We returned from the airport after dropping V and A to discover a

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Last week was perhaps the busiest most entertaining one in a long time.... so much happened!Kartik's cousin Vidya and her husband Anubhav were visiting us for a week. The visit was pretty regular with catching up, divulsion of family secrets, shopping, touring etc... A and I finally got reasonabe explanations as to why our spouses behave a certain way...its a family gene....we are now part of the

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Note: conversation below is absolutely undoctored. Father in law: Hi Kartik! how are you guys? you haven't bothered to call meSon in law (kartik): we're good.... do you want to talk to your daughter?FIL: yes yes... one moment but, I'm trying to book some railway tickets...whats the website?Kartik: irctc.com...dad: what?kartik : i-r-c-t-c dot coooom dad: huh? say it again...Kartik: i-r-c-t-c.com

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and I can write a book on this. Ask anyone who's been around me for more than 5 mins. My latest escapades took place at my yoga class (my life happens there these days). So X is a member of my class and has recently returned from her short break during which time I had joined. So inquisitive as everyone seems to be in this class, she is uncomfortable not knowing anything about me except my name

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It's maddening...this weight game... gain...drain...bane... I'm obssessed! and thats exactly what everyone I meet tells me not to be! "keep at it ...and it is more about the mental than the physiscal" ...say the wise thin ones. Yeah right! The more I dont think about it ..the more i do"! I think! now that didnt make an iota of sense did it?They don't make clothes for fat people...they just don't

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I'm not, and now I'm mature enough to admit, I may never be what I'd thought I might be like as an adult. When you're almost 30 (i'm hanging with desperation to these last 13 days) and your memory starts its journey on shaky ground, the dream is at best a big blur. I realise one may want to do different things...as one changes ... but there is at some point a 'looking back' that occurs... and if

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But need we really be?This is inspired by a recent offroading trip that Kartik, Sudip and I went on over the New Year. We had dilligently followed the trail at the end of which was the promised water fall... to find what?A bunch of hooligans...all Indians... predictably? The rowdy bunch had gone on to occupy the entire space leaving no bit of it empty enough even for just the click of a camera. I

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Finally in possesion of a tripod, the photographer in me was unleashed yesterday. Posting some experiments 1. of apperture priority and blurry backgrounds... 2. Of ISO settings3. Of night photography The Dubai creekThe Bastakiya

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Strange title? even stranger story....It was one of those evenings after work when KK and S had come over to our place. The monotony of regular conversation finally got broken when KK switched into his characteristic philosophical gear. This was somehow in continuation of his desire to counsel me (posted earlier). But it had to be very surreptitious, the subject should not know whats coming. So

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I finally cleaned the house today...25 days since chandi's depature...no bad eh? :)The drama played out today was that of the lazy arses.... we have been self inviting ourselves to R's pad for the past 1 week. He's the only one in the gang with a christmas tree so it was kinda natural selection. ... it didnt work... S managed to control the fun quotient from miles away in Goa ,while having a

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I would add transcripts as one of the perks of qual research not very far behind the travel. Let me illustrate...Following is an interview with a virgin respondent, untouched by research (a truly rare species in the research fraternity)Before I proceed to the actual conversation I feel I must issue a warning to say that adminstering (or for that matter even responding to) projective techniques is

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My first free day in a while... am taking time off till next year.... happy spirit this oneHeres the math.... work 3 times more than you do at the black hole but earn only 1/3rd... I mean seriously..! the pressure of delivering a 'quality product to bring in the moolah'What's life at the work place anyway...a couple-ov (how do you spell that anyway) client phone calls (aka dodging bullets)...

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This post is inspired by strategies people use to get out of sticky situations.I was lucky enough to bear witness to the two mentioned below...:)#1. Be the leaderThis is about the time we went to buy a house (and yes we did buy the house). Kartik spotted the ad for the building in the newspaper on day 0 mentioned it to a couple of friends who had expressed interest in property (herafter referred

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So here's the update on the "Domestic Goddess" front The bombay bombings happened. I was glued to the TV for the entire 3 days.... watching ....feeling helpless... patriotic...angry and ....well there is no other feeling but helpless.... They recovered 4 kgs of RDX from CST today.... and there were threats of 40 bombs in Pune yesterday.... What do they gain?***************************************

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I admit it .. I stole the title from a prof at Mica... but hey it really was the most appropriate...without being vulgarI had got myself into trouble by following my new year resolution of staying positive (even in the face of the greatest of adversities!) which i face ever so often. So now instead of saying I'm just about a cook, I'm actually advertising my skills as one of an accomplished chef.

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I've come up with a logical explanation (read: E xcuse) for the excessive pink on my blog... I'm supporting the fight against breast cancer. :)Now what do you have to say?**************************************************************************************So I want to go see Russel Peters but the thing is I'm not earning anymore so every Dirham is now carefully weighed ... It's either Russel

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In fact I blogged twice today....even if the first one was only a copy paste job because I had guilt ridden dreams...Your body is wonderland - (By John Mayer for those who were unlucky and didnt hear it)... yeah thats exactly the song thats playing in my head right now... but so much more in the anti thesis way.. 6 hours of sleep in 4 days...and 18 straight hours in front of the computer screen

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I remembered this in my sleep.... I was really touched when Mishra made this for me.... And I remembered that I didnt do it enough justice :)...so here goes...WARNING : characters and event shown below may indeed be very similar to what actually happened ;)

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Contrary to my own beliefs and very much in sync with the world in general... I did manage to get bored before even two full weeks of housewife life were up....My plans of doing "oh so very much" are totally kapooot! I've managed to read 3/4th of the worlds most useless, meaningless book - If you see a copy "The scarecrow" please avoid it like the plague (and more!)I haven't even ventured within

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Just for rambling....Labels...I'm loving the yoga classes...it's something that i really look forward to...it relaxing and absolutely brilliant use of time too... i feel less like a bum and more like my bum is getting some work doneSo like everywhere else on this planet...there are personalities involved... a particularly talkative one happens to be part of this class... she has something to say

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To be entirely honest, it was never a fear for me...not even something I'd considered briefly. I had heard, read, maybe even witnessed the loss of one's personality after marriage but truly that's only cause these guys never had one in the first place!And now all of a sudden I'm the victim of the very same! I'm not losing it... instead I'm being made to lose it! It all started with KK. All of a

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"Will you give me Dhs650 ...no questions asked" read the mysterious text message"Yes"....came the response promptly...and I jumped and yelped in delight.... I love my loving husband and how he'd do anything for my happiness...Only my happiness comes from .....sigh i'd better admit this ...collecting gym memberships...i'm not alone in this fat peoples favourite past time.... and yet i'm lonely

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So like I mentioned ...part of my list of things to do while i'm on the break from being a working girl is to learn to take breath taking photographs.... I'm pretty disciplined that way...once I take on a task..i do follow through... (at this point i will refrain from being my usual low self confident self and not say that during these attempts i discover my below average talent and give up)....I

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I dont quite know what I was supposed to feel...but i'm quite sure this isnt it... Was it fear, regret, freedom, exhiliration, apprehension? Surely not "another day"..."usual"..."natural" Like i'm on vacation from school and I have a two month holiday Maybe this is what they mean by "It hasnt hit me yet" And so it begins my 3 month sabbatical from work... it was a tough decision to make but after

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It all started with Kartik feeling depressed about us not being festive enough at Diwali. Blame it on the over-festive, dilligently diya at doorstep lighting neighbours or my mallu culture which strangelty doesnt seem to want to be included in the mania...It does seem so incredible since we do believe in the rest of the Ramayana and to me its unfair to quit the club just when you get to the fun

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Twas another of my regular monthly chat with Nirbhee that was going awry from the word hello.... it started with apologies on not being able to go on a holiday together this year...it is short notice and I'm broke as usual and more importantly I have been to Istanbul already.... stop right here Ms Nair.... whats more important? The city, the holiday or meeting an old-dear-dear friend... when did

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So, have you ever noticed how absent minded I can be....well it's not without reason...it's in the genes dude...and I'm not about to argue with scientists about how true that is....In fact of late I couldn't be more in agreement with "I'm turning into my mother", the similarity in temperament and mannerism is totally uncanny....and if that weren't enough, the extended family insists on making my

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.....so i hear about mums allergic reaction and fly straight to Thrissur.... I'm all concern and rearing to do my dutiful daughter bit.... and then i meet my mother...She looks like shrek and I'm shrieking ...she is quite the sight.... the allergic reaction has made her eyes twice three times the regulars size and her lips are about 2 times! This can't be good...so I get into gear...Being a

Kippie®http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536579716217903931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36238300.post-21008094440050639512008-09-18T08:54:00.003+04:002009-02-01T12:59:43.995+04:00

There! I've done it again....started and never finished... :)I'm only talking about the Lebanon sojourn so lets not nod too vigorously...unless you know me personally....To continue....I was determined to make the most of what is possibly my last FW travel for TNS Dubai.... (will spill that one on a different post)I called Fadia, Sally, arranged for a taxi and sped off to visit "Jeita Grotto" -

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Beruit - The ‘to be but not to be’ Paris of the Middle East seems anything but a potential when you land at the International airport – more like Bombay of the middle east with slums and poor housing on either side of an average airport….(let me not forget to mention that to it’s credit, it has been bombed often enough to be worth blinging)En route to the hotel, I felt I was back in Cairo… with

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What does go on through their heads as this happens? what prompts such 'socially unusual'(??) behaviour....and what makes it socially unusual?is it indeed socially unusual or is it just me? I had this discussion with Eddy on this soon as i spotted dinesh and his cleaning partner roaming through the corridors hand in hand as if everything was right with the world... and it seems common among other

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My idea of romance is having a regular conversation with kartik... thats it ...simple...just being together is romance enough...But Bhavana has other ideas...she complains to mom about how we behave like we've been married for 40 years.... completely sans romance.... and thats all my mom needs....she's the typical mom who wants her kids to have the "perfect life". So now since Bhavana's

Kippie®http://www.blogger.com/profile/15536579716217903931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36238300.post-73812309597231080872008-07-18T23:39:00.003+04:002009-02-01T12:58:13.971+04:00

It's been a while since I've been a "pun"dit and getting back in touch with shobhit over the last couple of days has just made me that much more aware and I'm starting to miss my punability....Pritam and Pali were over tonight and we had great fun...it's always refreshing to meet pali...her excitingly different life can make one want to hear her stories over and over again....today of course i

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It's the second time in two months that my dad's broken something (he slipped while getting out of the house and broke a leg ...and now broke his wrist when he slipped in the bathroom)... it's worrying .... makes you think about ageing parents and all the terrifying thoughts that come with that .... or that's typically how you'd expect to react....My family on the other hand...deals with it in

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