Anda-curreau

Bean There.. Done that.

2011-04-26T23:40:00.003+05:30

Being 27 means: Hiding ur DOB on fb, not telling people at work, insisting on lighting a single candle to save the ozone layer, avoiding birthday bumps on ur broken back, gulping down 5 cups of coffee to keep urself awake, snuggling in ur bed after work and thinking.. gosh.. am I the oldest living single female?! Looking at yourself in the mirror and trying hard to count all the fine lines,

Confessions

2010-12-28T22:03:00.000+05:30

Furtive glances at youFrom the mirror in front of meYou look delicious You is all I can seeI can be a good girl another dayJust for this moment, let me have my way.{{Dedicated to pastries, chocolates, and men}}

Working Hard-LEE !!

2010-11-14T19:04:00.009+05:30

We once played this game.. each sentence ending with LEE.. Bruce Lee, Sara Lee, Onlee, Junglee, hardlee.. and on and on. however, as usal.. that is not the subject of this post. . just a teaser (remember "the erection"?)..Interestingly, the main subject is even more interesting. Its about how hard we work at work. So my question to you.. how many of you think that you are working too hard or your

Three questions on three things

2010-09-03T23:14:00.003+05:30

ChatsDo three question marks together make it a bigger question?Is hmm different from hmmm?Don’t three dots suffice... ?ChicksIs hot always dumb?What is the opposite of hot?Is sexy always good at sex?ChutkulasWhy are all jokes poor jokes?Can there be a good poor joke?Would good jokes be funny?

Zuk Goes to Work

2010-08-19T11:54:00.002+05:30

#1Boss: Is it done?Zuk: It not Done.. its Dun-can..Ducan James. He is a boyband Blue’s member and recently admitted being bisexual. But why are you asking about him in the middle of work?#2Boss: I don’t remember my desk number... I have weak memory {winks}Zuk: That’s fine sir... Even I don’t remember mine... coz I don’t have one!! {rolls}(The fact that Zuk finds it funny while his boss doesn’t

Dimension Z

2010-07-20T23:21:00.001+05:30

Abstract, absent yet absolute..Defined limitless boundariesA point in time beyond eternityReaching outFolding in.. contained withinIn my headDimension Z.

I.m.a.g.i.n.a.t.i.o.n.

2010-07-20T23:08:00.003+05:30

This one is on fantasizing. Stop imagining right there.I know I am choosing a very boundless topic and by virtue of which I might have already invoked certain naughty expectations in my readers. And going by the trend these days, the creative ones would have already imagined the details I could go into - that much for the pleasure of imagining.However, I am going to be very seedha and shareef and

Women are watching you!

2010-07-03T13:12:00.001+05:30

Irrespective of what gender you are, most of you must have heard/seen guys checking out and discussing girls. My female readers would have even participated in these “male” conversations, putting forward their own expert views on the dressing, hair, attitude etc of the subject. Guys have an “eye for detail” when it comes to checking out girls. They would notice things as little as the flower

Gulmohar

2010-06-04T23:30:00.003+05:30

They are not green. If you remember the gulmohar trees on the way to your school, or along that sunny road on summer afternoons, you'll know what I am visualizing.The pretty red flowers of gulmohar tree that bloom on hot extremely sunny summers are a respite to anyone's eyes. They make a thirsty, sweaty and half blinded traveller believe that shade is around the corner, that its possible to stand

When Erection is a problem

2010-06-04T23:06:00.002+05:30

I know what you are thinking. But I am not talking about that which you think I am. I am talking about steel structures instead.Its a cheap publicity gimmick to get readers to start reading this piece which deals with a complex engineering construction related subject. But I guess all is fair in blog publicity and war.Steel structures, for the uninitiated, are basically heavy multi-story

Miss K Confessions

2010-05-29T15:51:00.003+05:30

Two years ago she was 2008-10-028 Sana Khan - A small name lost in a long list. A tiny girl hidden in the world of giant outspoken men and women. A girl who was only known to her close friends and closed at that. She had a big designation on her resume. Miss AVP.But then, they discovered her. Somewhere in the middle benches of a 61 faced class where there sure was a “No 19” but actually no 19. In

Tabula Rasa

2010-05-29T15:44:00.002+05:30

The only place where it is less painful to fall in than come out is love-ville. Thats such a cheesy topic for a blog post that comes after a hundred years. I just watched an old time favourite “Shall we dance” and thats where the thoughts came from. Well... that and other thoughts.My life is a tabula rasa (thats a new word I have learnt and I totally love it. Plus its relevant here). All over

Facebook Vs Phonebook

2010-03-31T13:54:00.002+05:30

Social networking is important. Erstwhile, people networked via letters, then came phones and now its the virtual world. The virtual world is new, exciting and offers you an opportunity to be a person of your imagination! The virtual life is perfect, and if not, it can be easily mended. Just yesterday, I got a "frand" request from this person, who made a new orkut profile and mentioned upfront "

Zukisms!!

2010-03-31T13:51:00.001+05:30

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Zukisms !!!

2010-02-15T20:35:00.001+05:30

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Zukisms!!

2010-02-14T22:14:00.000+05:30

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Cardio-candy

2010-02-13T22:56:00.003+05:30

Once upon a time in history.. I was a peppy teen and in those days.. everything was just a bit more brighter, more colourful, more dreamy... it was then that I wrote is poem on myself.. i was deep down "crushed" then with probably the biggest first crush of my life... and when I read it now.. I cant believe that I could be so corny!!.. but honestly.. its kinda innocently sweet... my non-peotic

Ribbons, glitter and stares.. He has arrived!!

2010-02-11T00:08:00.005+05:30

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ML Chronicles #3

2009-12-03T23:12:00.002+05:30

I swear this is the final one on ML... for now atleast!The most interesting observation is that of wall advertisements on the locals. Although I dnt have such a good memory when it comes to remembering verbatim statements.. but 2 or 3 of them are quite prominent/common, and I will mention them here.The most common one is this:"Earn upto 20,000pm.. part time/full time job for girls/boys.. call

ML Chronicles #2

2009-12-03T14:01:00.005+05:30

My next observation in the local trains of Mumbai was that of names. Names of stations.I would like to again mention that being from northern India, I am used to hearing areas with names that I can comprehend. For eg. In Delhi, we have different residential areas with the suffix "vihar".. such as Mayurvihar, Aanandvihar, Vasantvihar, Saritavihar etc or with "nagar" such as Sarojininagar,

ML Chronicles #1

2009-12-01T22:25:00.011+05:30

No this is not Merrill Lynch.. nor/or Money Laundering.. this is our very own Mumbai locals that I am talking about.Considering that I belong to Northern part of this country and have spent quite a long time in Saddi Dilli.. I have had my share of dreaded dreams of getting grinded between fat aunties while travelling between Bandra and Borivalli or falling in the gap between platform and train

"Man, don't get mad"

2009-11-23T17:15:00.003+05:30

This is the English translation of the German name of a game, every child in India knows about... ok.. maybe not now.. since they have Pokemons and PS3s now, but until when I was a child they knew about it.It was the game everyone thought they were best at. According to Wikepedia, "cheating and catching others cheating is an integral part of the play. " And many of us would probably remember the

One Chetan Bhagat, Four books, and Few thoughts

2009-10-25T02:52:00.003+05:30

It all started when I was a youth.Not that I consider myself out of that bracket already.. but just that I am no longer at the perky end of it.. you know the teeny end.. where you think that you have begun to figure things out while you have only begun to get more confused...So, I remember, this itch for reading contemporary authors, I had developed in college.. I read the likes of Amitava Ghosh,

Remembering the days that were..

2009-10-24T14:59:00.002+05:30

I remember the days whenSummers meant pickles on the rooftopsWinters meant guvava jam bottles all across the floorSpring meant papad and chips and lilies in my courtyardI remember the days whenKite was a sportPigeons were petsMilk was bought from milkmen with cattle not with dairies..I remember the days whenBlackboardMs were black..Telephones were black too..Bi-cycles were lady birdsKachichi imli

"Cattle Class"... a class apart..

2009-09-20T15:11:00.004+05:30

I just wanted to write something on this issue.. and so here is my two pints on the whole drama splashed across newspapers:Well.. cattle class is a very innovative term and seems to be multivariate in nature i.e. it can have multiple meanings in different contexts. Like, it could refer to economy class of travel in some contexts or, in others, it could refer to inhumane, unhygienic travel