ANN DEE's TIC TACs

The ultimate high

2010-12-20T22:02:00.007+05:30

Do you remember the first time you parted with the first person you ever fell in love with? Maybe it was for a month, for a week, even for the night only to meet the very next morning…whatever the period, as you see him walk away, a sweet-bitter pain takes over and although you want to run after him and hold on to that moment – you resist…let reason take over. I was about 18 when I

If Marriage wasn’t the way it is

2010-11-03T01:07:00.002+05:30

I have, by now, seen at least a few dozen marriages, known double that number of couples. But I have known a few very closely. Take the one I was born out of and the one I am living in, for example. I am on Erich Segal’s Doctors – a few pages every night before I crash – since two months or more. It’s progressing at a snail’s pace, but that is because it’s making me mull over what I read every

The Coorg diary

2010-08-19T00:32:00.004+05:30

Day 1: Symphony of the nocturnal; Retro, cozy Home Away from Home! …Only the busy beetle Tap-tapping in the wall, Only from the forest The screech-owl's call, Only the cricket whistling While the dewdrops fall… The night has an orchestra of its own. And though Walter de la Mare's Someone wasn’t exactly themed around that, the above excerpt was buzzing in my head

For the love of Rushdie

2010-01-16T18:16:00.007+05:30

From the confines of my writings as a Corporate Communications pro, I look at Salman Rushdie’s Indian English and "salivate" - literally. His style is the forbidden other; not for the sane, logically correct, grammatically quarantined, succinct, absolutely to-the-point English I do [at least such is the expectation]. Not that I want to go Rushdie at work and turn things berserk…so that along with

Hell's closed...Rot in Heaven :P

2009-08-11T13:35:00.007+05:30

Wish I did, but I take it..I could not have written something so thoughtfully hilarious.. So with my limited capacities, I could at best Copy-Paste this amusing Forward (Courtest: Santosh, a dear friend) for you guys.. It also does good to my sense of guilt for not Blogging (only Twittering all day) for a long time now. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!The following is an actual question [so

Book ya Movie?

2009-08-01T22:49:00.006+05:30

If I am to publicly announce I AM A POTTER FAN and also quickly add I have read none of the Potter books – will the True Blue J K Rowling fanfare gag and spear me for trying to slither into their Treasured Territory? Why is it that after every Harry Potter movie, I come out of the hall all euphoric and ready to get onto a broom and fly, while my True Blue Potter clan holler and whine at what not

Birthday Diary - II

2009-07-23T23:56:00.005+05:30

(Contd. from Birthday Diary I)13th July, 2009, Monday:It's amusing, how different the past looks every birthday. Like last year, when D didn't know me enough and thought I'm not the cake-"wrapped" gift type and when Ma was here, 13th July ended with this blog "Just another day called Birthday" and I piled it up in "Drafts" with my other intensely senti ones.This year, it was nostalgia.When I was

Birthday Diary-I

2009-07-15T18:12:00.004+05:30

12th July:The day before 'the day' is most tormenting – the bouts of anxiety and excitement, in turns, make you want to drop dead and wake up straight at 12 am. Anxiety, because, if you're married to a geek of a husband like I am, you never know whether to "Expect" or "not Expect". And Excited because, there's this faint ray of hope that a surprise might be waiting at 12, triggered off by a

The Ice Age Fiasco

2009-07-08T13:06:00.007+05:30

Our Hydie does not have many cinema halls where you can sink in the seat comfortably and glue on to the screen undisturbed, munching buttered popcorns, without the fear of some runty bug crawling into your shirt or your neighbor startling you out of your trance every now and then by his hooting and clapping at every ‘hit and miss’. PVR, Prasads & the IMAX, Gold Spot, newly opened INOX (GVK1 Mall)

OOOO Why did I see THIS

2009-07-01T09:38:00.005+05:30

Though the best of my Bong friends defy my not-so-listenable opinion about Bongs in general, I still can't let go of my bias...but I have to confess I absolutely DOTE on their ROSHOGULLAs (besides Jhal-muri, Tagore's songs, Bong beauties, to name a few). O why did I decide to sit and blog hop so early in the morning and land at Bongspeak. Hilarious post and an admirable attitude to go with it (

D BIRTHDAY

2009-06-30T19:45:00.007+05:30

D turns 33. Next is my turn to turn ___.Options: a) 16, b) 16, c) 16Contest closes on 13th July.

One family to next

2009-06-30T19:31:00.001+05:30

It was D’s birthday yesterday and the birthday blog was shaping up in my mind since the day I started preparations – bought gifts, ordered for a photocake (inspired by Mama Mia) invited friends over for a surprise party at 12, booked movie tickets.But now when I sit to share it with my blogger buddies, an inexplicable pain is welling up.... I realize I have not shared it with somebody I have been

World's Best Doctor

2009-06-26T23:54:00.004+05:30

[D. sends me this when I sulked at not being able to fit into my old pair of jeans and for always giving in to sleep every morning when I should be going for my swimming classes]Whoever fabricated this 'forward', I salute thee..... He's just the doctor people (you may read 'hogs') like me need to go to -----Q: Doctor, I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong life. Is this true? Ans:

Michael lives on...

2009-06-26T12:30:00.010+05:30

"Dangerous" was my first English album. I was 9-10ish. Papa had this knack for planting surprises at unlikely places and since my now pea-sized brain was rye-sized then, I could never guess. So it took me one whole day to sniff down that small packet of three cassettes - Baby Doll Alisha's Superman, Suneeta Rao's Dhuan and Michael Jackson's Dangerous. While I went bonkers catwalking to "Paari

Me and Machines

2009-06-18T15:02:00.006+05:30

Whether God purports that I live like apes sans science or machines, or I am technologically jinxed, I am beginning to doubt. Could all of these be mere co-incidences? Please enlighten me: 1. Immediate context: I cannot send emails from my gmail! I was replying to a mail thread about a Music event we're to attend this Sunday, till one of them replied to me: "Should I guess your reply or is it a

And D. sends me this

2009-06-09T19:08:00.005+05:30

It can be a co-incidence. But it happens every time...and unexpectedly. Just when I finished writing all that I could have been doing to feel better and concluded I set 'me' free at some secret blog, D. sends me this (if you're a fan, you can save the pic and read read, it seems I cannot upload a larger pic):

Rattle and Hum

2009-06-09T17:35:00.010+05:30

I should have (only if I could have) been writing the review for this place now. Rattle & Hum is a premium lounge, newly opened in Hyd and this review is over-due since Sunday.Or I could have been doing that compiling bit S. wanted me to complete by Thursday so that I have a good bulk ready before I am on-boarded.I could even wrapped up my cooking so that when D. is home, we can all go driving. I

How to Post a Blog with HTML Codes

2009-06-04T14:13:00.016+05:30

While Publishing the post below, I found I cannot simply hit Publish and have the HTML codes in my post stay unchanged, like other alpha-numeric-symbolic elements in my post. The HTML codes in the post are treated as part of the post's HTML file, so that when you publish your blog those HTML tags are either altogether gone or are visible in bits. How in the whole wide world could that have

How to "Read More" in 10 Steps

2009-06-04T13:50:00.006+05:30

10 steps, when one can just do it with one little "click" on the damn link!! :-O (This girl got to be crapping again)Dear Readers, I swear to god, this blog is going to make history - in my own little life, that is. You will soon know why.... I first wanted to call it "How to add the 'Read More' link to posts and create expandable posts", but considered..... 1. My Friend Blog Readers will fall

I set the street ablaze. Part II

2009-05-28T15:33:00.004+05:30

27th day of May, 2009: I CAN DRIVE.................................... After the first few days at the steering wheel, next few picking up the ABCs (Accelerator, Brake, Clutch), today I learnt 'the wonders of the gear'. How drivers co-ordinate all of these props - I could never understand till I did it myself. And it felt heroic. And that's not all - I already banged into a scooter (not my

To be at the center-stage and ALONE

2009-05-25T10:33:00.008+05:30

I have a question ----How does it feel to stand at the center of the stage...alone...the mike in your hand, your voice piercing through the sheer silence of the auditorium, every pair of eyes transfixed at you, if not to admire or admonish, to check out the source of that booming voice, and all the while weighed down by the pressure of the need to humour, to entertain?I am all ears for a first

Constant, for a Change

2009-05-20T12:01:00.018+05:30

D. will give out his puncture-haahi (laughter), if not that, give me one of those look-who's-saying half-smiles that makes me want to thump my foot, lower my horns and charge for his rear. It is true my recent conduct (tell you later) belies my proposition, but what D. does not seem to appreciate is the CHANGE - hum kya se kya ho gaye and not lamenting, this:1. Boyfriends: It is benefiting for D.

I set the streets ablaze

2009-05-14T18:58:00.008+05:30

Two driving classes made of "your side", "my side", "left", "right", "u-turn", with me on the steering wheel trying to use-not-my-head and follow commands and I am already dreaming of Fast and Furious.................And when I finally do that (DRIVE ON MY OWN), I hope I do not set the street ablaze - literally. Like crash into cars and trucks, one after another. Augh, that might actually KILL ME

A cliche one on B's black-headed girl friend

2009-05-13T18:03:00.010+05:30

She had those scrutinizing eyes that dissent eye-contact and instead scan you as you talk, stopping at places you would hate to be stared at – at least not by a woman almost half your age. Even when she looked straight into my eyes, she seemed to focus more on the lines under my eyes then my pupil. How could B. have fallen for this girl – I thought. She barely smiled, simply stared on.... After

The slip is white, or blue, or perhaps yellow

2009-05-06T07:49:00.013+05:30

The doorbell rang and we (Boomer and I) raced for it, nudging one another, to get to him first. We hugged. Boomer’s (irrepressible) yelps and jumps continued, undeterred. It was one of those moments when you shut the world out, let the eyes, the heaves, the sighs, the heart beats, do the talking.He did not get laid-off – today. For me it was a long day – so long that I am expecting it would last