tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68150878519133533272026-08-29T14:08:05.359+05:30A blog about rib tickling humour, jaw clenching wit, deep running contemplation and undying love for the written word...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815087851913353327.post-55638813392427824202014-04-06T14:00:00.001+05:302014-04-06T14:00:33.244+05:30

As the mercury is rising in India, emotions are rising high too.  And I am not just referring to the cricket fever - which has become more or less like a chronic disease ailing people all year round.  I am talking about the national elections 2014. A friend of mine recently had the following status message on facebook - "I need political detoxification". Well, all of us do. Ever

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Hi Folks, I must say I vanished midway through my so called Marathon rather unannounced. Well, you being mommies, ladies, executives and slaves very well know the kind of demands this society often makes of us. And in the event of giving in to these demands, one is often left with ignoring ones' inner calls. Such as my inner call to reach out to you all through my blog. The call to write

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Weirdest thing happened. I suddenly got busy at work. So busy as I have never been, in my entire tenure at this company. My kitchen, family and blog are on hold. Hang on. Tomorrow is weekend, and promise I will update ! 

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Before I start, let me clarify that I suck at sports. Any kind. The very few times I brushed shoulders with sports are all joke-worthy. So I am going to tell you about all of them. Primary School, Jack and Jill Race - Gold This was the first time I was participating in any sporting event other than group PT displays or mandatory class marches. I got a Gold in that race. But you know how? I was

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I bet 90% of you have the same conversation. Every single time. Woman walks into the famous hair cutting place where she has taken an appointment days in advance and has been looking forward to breaking the boredom from her mane. She is made to wait for a few minutes before she is given a seat in front of a large mirror. If the staff is pleasant, she is offered coffee. Then walks in the stylist

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Half way through the Blogathon! Cougar town has this episode where Jules and Elli drink some wine and look at clothes and shoes online. I love that episode. I love doing that too. Window shopping online I mean. Today I am going to list down 5 things that make me happy. They are so beautiful, lovely and purely for pleasure. And for envy. They are top on my dream list. Right next to publishing

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One, I am writing this post first thing int he morning from work. My bosses don't know that, but the sheer pressure of daily updates keeps me distracted all day. So I am getting it out of the way first thing. Two, the subject of the post is more positive than I am. To drive Modi crazy traffic you know. So, I have always praised the marketing skills of Modi Ji. The guy knows how to drive

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Choti ungli pe nachai gee tujhe.. yeh hai small town girl! Other than that, there are many more quirks of living or growing up in a small town. Some of those were brought back while discussing milk supply chain at work today. Maybe you also remember those. # The time when your milkman used to bring the cow to your house, milk the cow in front of you and then your mother would haggle with him

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There were things that cool folks did and showed off. And the rest of us just looked in awe. But then came a flood of herd mentality and too many people started doing those things, so much so, that even the perpetual "chomu" also managed to get his hands into these. That's when these things stopped being cool. The list is below. If you have been doing any of these things for less than 6 years

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First there was the coveted 100cr club. Then certain three idiots came and made the elite status a matter of aam admi. Since then, year after year, Khan after Khan (and certain superheroes!) are upping the count by a crore at a time, with the latest Saahir Khan making 500cr at the box-office. This crazy number-game made me remember a time when we were advising a Bollywood client, trying to

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I’ll be honest here. I am sort of running out of ideas on how to make daily vanilla prompts into funny posts. Its kinda exhausting. I am afraid that if I keep depleting my humour resources at this rate, I might be running out of fuel soon. So for today, I choose to digress from the prompt and name this post after the most generic, commonly used, rarely interesting, most boring subject line ever.

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Music for me is a railway track that carries my thoughts into deep green forests. It is also the thing that puts me on second spot in my husband's list of things he loves most. Huh. No wonder I hardly board that train. But when I do, I get stuck too much on either the lyrics or the video, I hardly hear the song! Although I truly truly love this below song for its sheer "don't know what they

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Although I like to showoff as a very well read person by wearing thick rimmed glasses and making walls with piles of books around me, the truth is, I  got these glasses with late night movie watching on laptop secretly. I buy so many books just to balance out the total net weight I claim from this planet. And, I love the smell of new pages, filed inside freshly bound books. Plus, my

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Its good to have a bucket list. Since it gives you an option to choose your next milestone. Whenever you feel goalless in life, just dig into your bucket and pull out an unfulfilled desire. I would like to talk about my bucket list. But thats a serious matter and you might sleep by the time you reach item five on my list. So I will write about buckets instead. Buckets, like people, come in

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Given the recent turn of events in the Indian politics, Aam Aadmi has actually become quite a celebrity. Given that special status, and my inclination to talk about stories of my rendezvous with celebrities on this blog (such as my actual meeting with Imraan Khan and hypothetical marriage with Salman Khan), I will write about the aam admi today. But not in the celebrity sort of way, more in the

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Yesterday, the prompt for the day was weather. Being a rain child or a hot bird. To be honest I like all weathers, as long as they fall on weekends. Just to make things clear, my weekends are Friday and Saturday. The flip side is that I have to work on Sundays, but on the bright side, the Monday blues don’t exist! So anyway, yesterday being a weekend day, was my favourite weather. I started the

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I like to introspect. Mostly in the shower. And today I was introspecting a lot. Not about the year gone by. But about how cows manage to itch right right where it is itching. I mean seriously, have you ever noticed a fly sitting on a cow. If a fly comes and sits on my right arm, I’ll lift my whole arm, or I’ll try to shoo away the fly with my left arm, or I will shake myself completely to

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Every year on the 31 December, what you hear a lot is “resolutions”. If you ask me, well, mine is 2.75 megapixel. Yes, thats the closest to a resolution I have ever been. Except once.  Once, couple of years ago, when I was still a young stork, I decided to give my relationship with Salman Khan a serious chance. At that time I genuinely believed that if I approached him and held a very

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Not so long ago I was shipped to Dubai. And I have lugged this blog along in my large brown bag. And here I open it first thing at the Carrefour super duper hyper store. Thanks to the forever due FDI in retail we havn’t yet discovered the Ikea meatballs (or was it horse-meatballs?) and the serpentine queues in India.  Or for the latter, have we?  At the Mumbai local ticket counters,

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She crossed her legs as she stared at her own reflection on the glass panel at the metro platform. Adjusting her hair she craned her neck to see the metro arriving. The train arrived, and she stepped in. "Al abwabu tuglaq", "the doors are closing". And just then, their eyes met. His steel grey eyes looked like made from the same glass she was staring at a while ago. A few strands of hair

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Some people like to talk a lot. Well, I am not one of them. But my stomach makes up for it. It has the guts (literally!) to break into the awkward silence of any room, be it an office, a funeral or a classroom. Ok, this might just be turning into a very gross subject for some of you readers, but well, there is an elephant in the room I am trying to address. And unfortunately that elephant is in

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“I am woman, hear me roarIn numbers too big to ignoreAnd I know too much to go back an' pretend'Cause I've heard it all beforeAnd I've been down there on the floorNo one's ever gonna keep me down again  Oh yes, I am wiseBut it's wisdom born of painYes, I've paid the priceBut look how much I gainedIf I have toI can do anythingI am strong (strong)I am invincible (invincible)I am woman” &

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I came to office early today. To work. Alas, things don’t always happen the way we plan. So here I am writing this post  and checking jobs on naukri before others walk in and start applying for the same jobs. In this post I am going to steal the idea of one management thinker and repackage it and sell it back to you. Heard about Charles Handy? .. Go wiki on him and his theories. And

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Sorry, I have been away for a while.. was busy with finishing my book. Check out your nearest bookstore for any leftover copies.. The book is called "Who moved my cheese".. yeah.. thats an old one.. I am a slow reader ;). Anyway.. just posted something. And hopefully will be regular since I spend a lot of time thinking these days.. in the auto-rickshaw.. benefits of staying away from

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I hope you understand what I mean. Ok, let me explain. As an average office goer (which I beg to differ by the way.. I think I am exemplary!)..I am expected to dedicate a certain amount of my office time in engaging in extra-official activities, which consists of not only rolling back lengths of toilet paper that I pulled by mistake, but also other critical tasks such as reading my company moto

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