nursery rhymes we didn’t have as kids…

Heyyo there! I got a very mean mail looooong time back…about nursery rhymes we didn’t have as kids…ok…shall not explain anymore…read on…and let’s see how much meaner yu guys can get… Consider this a tag…similar tu RJ’s…only, here, no love poem…just meanies writing mean nursery rhymes 😀

Mary had a little pig,

She kept it fat and plastered;

And when the price of pork went up,

She shot the little bastard.

Mary had a little lamb
Her father shot it dead.
Now it goes to school with her,
Between two slices of bread.

Jack and Jill went up the hill

To have a little fun.

Stupid Jill forgot the pill

And now they have a son.

Simple Simon met a Pie man going to the fair.
Said Simple Simon to the Pie man,
“What have you got there?”
Said the Pie man unto Simon,
“Pies, you Dumb Ass”

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the kings’ horses,
And all the kings’ men.
Had scrambled eggs,
For breakfast again.

Hey Diddle Diddle the cat took a piddle,
All over the bedside clock.
The little dog laughed to see such fun.
Then died of electric shock.

Georgie Porgy Pudding and Pie,

Kissed the girls and made them cry.

And when the boys came out to play,

He kissed them too ’cause he was gay.

By the way, folks, I’m a great lover of nursery rhymes…and am generally against anthing that degrades them…but like i said, am in naughty mode 😀 .

all my bags are packed, i’m ready to go…

The perfect song for me now…

“Going home” is generally a very happy feeling…especially when you have super-lovely parents! And till about a week back, I was all excited and doing the countdown. But well, now that 31 July (that’s my last official working day) is just 4 days away, I’m already feeling the 😦 that has set in…

Resource Communications…i still remember the day I first heard about it from a friend in Bangalore. I was in Trivandrum then, on the lookout for a job. The website implored me to apply and make sure i get through. But when I actually send in my application and got called for a ‘copy test’ (I applied for copywriting), I was thrilled and anxious at the same time. After the test, I booked my return ticket–I decided that it was the worst test I ever attended (blame my lack of talent) and wouldn’t get through 😀 And so, when a call came for the third round of interviews, I had a better opinion about myself! 😀

How a whole year, and a month after that, passed…i cant imagine!

Today, Resource for me is a totally different experience…its all about a lot of passion, hardwork, dicussions–heated and otherwise–ideas, blastings, dressing downs, meetings, reviews, trips…and most importantly, a mix of totally different kinds of people with a lot of passion!

And perhaps, the only organisation where food plays a high and mighty role in each one’s lives 😀 😀 😀  There are daily meetings where we discuss what food is yummiest where…organise breakfast trips, lunch trips and dinner trips 😀 😀 😀 And being an integrated ‘Indian team’, we have had our share of North-Indian, Karnataka, Andhra and Maharashtrian lunches till date.

But nothing matched the excitement we all had on the day our MD made masala dosas for all of us!! Hehehehe…yes, you read it right…our’s is a small team…12 main people and 5 support staff…so, anything that’s done in office, is done collaboratively! Again, the most striking thing about the MD-cooked-lunch was the passion and integrity with which he did it !! Well I still owe everyone at office a Kerala lunch 😀

Will probably do it when I come back from Kerala in a few months’ time and join back in this same lovely company!!! Well, when bosses refuse to accept resination letters, what else to do? 😀 (I’m so glad he did that! 😉 ) It will be like “coming back home”…

Lunch and food are just  of the few things in a typical Resource-day…if you set out to find a better place than Resource, you’ll invariably land up in front of a green-gated cosy building called Resource 😉

an atm card, 7744 bucks and a lost password!

Been down in the dumps since Saturday…

Was in the joy of having received some bonus from office and all that on Friday. Planned to have a bash on Saturday…go book shopping, spend the night at a friend’s place and have a happy weekend. Until I checked my bag on Saturday morning. And… Damn! Damn! Damn!

My atm card had apparently deserted me! First call went to the boyfriend, “Why the hell did you take my card? You could at least have told me…now how the hell do you think I can go shopping?!”. The answer was calm and amused “I do not have your card, Priya.” Aah…that was it. “Damn! Damn! Damn! Me, my carelessness and my damn forgetfulness…”

I was in despair. I knew I had misplaced it…but didn’t know when or where—until I figured out that my previous usage had been on July 8^th…well, the obvious things were done—called the bank, blocked the card, realised some ****** has swiped it for Rs 7744 at some African Electronics shop! Damn! Damn! Damn!

“It was swiped in Africa? A.F.R.I.C.A ???” “Ummm…no ma’am…I meant it was swiped in a shop called Africa Electronics.” “Oh.” I was so irritated at the loss that I was quite tempted to be mean to the guy standing at the next counter and complaining, “Look, my card is old…and I need a new one…” Here, I have neither the card nor the money—and this fellow is cribbing about a new card?? Have mercy! For want of loosing my cool, I just pretended he didn’t exist. Damn! Damn! Damn!

Well, nothing much was to be done…I went on with my book shopping, had lunch and met up with friends to catch a movie… I had totally ignored the card and the loss… “What has to happen, will happen, Priya” I told myself. And well, landed up at Lido, met my friends and told them the sob-story. “African Electronics? I haven’t even heard of it” said a friend. “Me neither”, wailed I…when another one piped up “Ah, that shop is right behind my house!” “What???” Damn! Damn! Damn!

And then my brain started working…actually started working! Since that day, I haven’t slept. In spite of all that, i sat through the entire movie (Jaane tu ya jaane na–do watch it, its a happy movie…nice); i went to my friend’s place and spent the night there with 3 others; came back home on Sunday, continued the investigation…and finally on monday, i had two suspects. Hated the fact that it was either of the two… Damn! Damn! Damn!

All of monday, I couldn’t concentrate on my work. Kept solving the situation over and over in my head…and finally, by monday evening, I ruled out one among the two. And I was shocked… Damn! Damn! Damn!

Came home dead tired…mentally, more than physically…and finally sat down with my laptop, logged on to gmail… oops, logged on to gmail…ooops, logged on to gmail…ooops, logged on to gmail…ooops, logged on to gmail…and well, with shock, despair, irritation and much frustration, i realised that my password wasn’t working…it kept asking me to verify the special characters, check caps lock and a lot of other things. All I wanted was to see “Loading scorpria@gmail.com…” and that was the only message which wasn’t coming. Damn! Damn! Damn!

Then the tears started flowing! I cried like a baby…”I’ve lost my gmail id…waaaaahhhhh….i’ve lost my orkut id…everything is gone…my atm card is also gone….waaaahhhh….”

😀 😀 😀 3 sleepless nights, 2 full days of mental pressure and 7744 bucks! I had lost my logical abilities…the ability to think straight, apply my brain and realise that I can do a password recovery!

be a kid again…

yes…being a kid once every while is what every grown-up needs…and here are a few tips on ‘how‘…enjoy being a kid again!

Image courtesy: ME 🙂 (the tips all came in a mail; am the one who painfully copied it all into a ppt, arranged it all so badly, inserted the hugging pair and made a jpeg out of this 😀 )

Every morning, fresh and smart…

RJ strikes again!! This time, I’ve been tagged to write a love poem. But, this one can’t be just any love poem…there’s a catch (thank god! 😀 ): You get transformed to this 4th grade version of you; make the poem ultra cute and super sweet, filled with innocence and write about Love!

Well, a lil’ intro to the poem: love-life started early in life for me 😀 —and that too, when I was in 4th grade (which makes this tag even more apt 😀 )Really!

I had this crush (though I, then, shyly called it ‘love’ 😀 ) on a school mate…his name was Vimal (still is, am sure 😀 ). Oh…the way he used to sing…the voice…wow…even at that age, I used to dream about singing a duet with him some day!! So, I dedicate this 4th grader’s poem to my 4th-grade crush 😀 (Anyone else who expected this dedication—I’m extremely sorry; so happened that I met Vinay first 😀 )

Every morning, fresh and smart
With my brother, to school I walk
Every morning, fresh and smart
I see him and I gawk.

I find him among the crowd
I see him walk in by the gate
Oh, he looks smart and proud
All for a glance from him, I wait.

Every morning, fresh and smart
I prepare myself to speak to him
Every morning, though fresh and smart
I feel weak and shy to even look at him!

Until one day, I finally see him
Strolling alone by the park…and oh my!
I pray for some courage and walk up to him
And I almost tell him, “Vinay…”

I almost tell him, “Vinay…”
His voice, the song he sang…is all in my mind…
And I almost tell him, “Vinay…”
“Vinay…”, I almost tell him.

Well, I never got to talk to him. 😀

Who dares, will be a moron :D

Guys, a friend is in deep trouble. He claims he is a moron, but finds it difficult to maintain moron-ness…so, here’s to fulfilling a friend’s duties 😀 . This is a looooong one, so if you dont have the time, pls do read it right now! 😀 😀 😀

Run one lap around the office at top speed.

Phone someone in the office you barely know, leave your name and say,” Just called to say I can’t talk right now. Bye. ”

To signal the end of a conversation, clamp your hands over your ears and grimace.

Leave your zipper open for one hour. If anyone points it out, say, “Sorry, I really prefer it this way. ”

Walk sideways to the photocopier.

While riding in an elevator, gasp dramatically every time the doors open.

OR…

Say to your boss, ” I like your style ” and shoot him with double-barreled fingers.

Babble incoherently at a fellow employee then ask, ” Did you get all that, I don’t want to have to repeat it. ”

Page yourself over the intercom (do not disguise your voice).

Kneel in front of the water cooler and drink directly from the nozzle (there must be a ‘non-player’ within sight).

Shout random numbers while someone is counting.

OR………

At the end of a meeting, suggest that, for once, it would be nice to conclude with the singing of the national anthem (5 extra points if you actually launch into it yourself).

Walk into a very busy person’s office and while they watch you with growing irritation, turn the light switch on/off 10 times. (You can try this with Manju, Nikhil 😀 )

While an office mate is out, move their chair into the elevator.

In a meeting or crowded situation, slap your forehead repeatedly and mutter, ” Shut up, all of you just shut up! ”

In a colleague’s DAY PLANNER, write in the 10 am slot: ” See how I look in tights. ” (5 extra points if it is a male, 5 more if he is your boss)

Carry your keyboard over to your colleague and ask, ” You wanna trade? ”

Repeat the following conversation 10 times to the same person: “Do you hear that?” ” What?” “Never mind, it’s gone now.”

Posing as a maitre d’, call a colleague and tell him he’s won a lunch for four at a local restaurant. Let him go.

Speak with an accent (French, German, Porky Pig, etc) during a very important conference call.

Hang a 2′ long piece of toilet roll from the back of your pants and act genuinely surprised when someone points it out.

During the course of a meeting, slowly edge your chair towards the door.

And if that wasn’t enough for you…

Tell your parents over dinner. ” Due to the economy, we are going to have to let one of you go. ”

Every time someone asks you to do something, ask if they want fries with that.

Finish all your sentences with ” In accordance with the prophecy. ”

Dont use any punctuation…….or: Use, too…much; punctuation!

Ask people what sex they are. Laugh hysterically after they answer.

Five days in advance, tell your friends you can’t attend their party because you’re not in the mood.

When the money comes out of the ATM, cry ” I Won! I Won! 3rd time this week!!! ”

When leaving the zoo, start running towards the parking lot yelling, “Run for your lives, they’re loose!” (I plan to do this one, this Saturday at Bannerghatta 😀 )

And finally, this was a mail i received long back from a friend…hope it comes of use 😀 . These are not my ideas 😀 😀 😀

My dad’s 60th birthday!

Birthdays come every year…but the 60th one comes just once 😀 . Exactly why we decided to celebrate it with much ado and make it really, really special for my Dad on 6 July!

Early March: The planning started when I, in union with my brother, decided to dedicate a book to him! That didn’t sound too impressive, did it? Well, let me rephrase it—when I, in union with my brother, decided to actually write a book and dedicate it to him. Something to the effect of ‘Chicken Soup’ series…and since there are 60 members within the family itself, we thought we could get stories from all of them about their relationship with ma Dad. Well, the idea bombed! 😀

Late April: Then we thought we could kidnap him, tie him up, blindfold him and whisk him off to some place he would like…and celebrate with friends, family, food and the best of all—alcohol 😀 . The idea sounded disastrous for health (ours, especially!). 😀

Late May: Then we thought we could ask all his sisters and a brother to come down to Trivandrum…and give him a pleasant surprise—they are all across Delhi, Gujrat, Coimbatore, New York, Atlanta…But well, we knew few could promise attendance…and half the crowd is never as good as the full one (or so everyone says). So, we killed the idea. 😀

Late June: Then we thought we could plan a trip to the Bali islands…my brother had won a 7-day free package to the place—we’d only have to pay for the tickets. A bit too late, we realised Dad’s passport had expired. Damn! The idea died a sudden death. 😀 (The offer’s valid till August end, and Dad doesn’t want a ‘belated burrrday trip’…anyone wanna come along? 😀 )

Early July: Then we thought we could give him a ‘normal’ surprise party…with just the few of us who could make it. By then I had changed my mind just too many times, and was actually in danger of not getting any tickets. But well, I left my self respect in my bag outside the agency…and literally begged the guy to give me a ticket—and I got it. I called up Mom to tell her when I’d be landing and all that…and got the rudest surprise ever…e.v.e.r.! My Dad, who had till then got no inkling that there’d be a birthday party, was going out of town on his birthday! 😀 😀 😀 . The idea backfired!!! 😀

Hehe…I was shocked, but I actually went home without changing my mind further. And we made it…we bought him all sorts of ‘unlikely’ gifts—and well, a Blackberry! And loads of kisses, hugs, and of course, PJs…hehehe 6 July midnight was a fun time at home. He was stunned when he got the Blackberry, and as we expected, he was up till 3 a.m., fiddling with its features and technicalities.

And then, beaming, he said he loved everything! We didn’t even need any more proof since we actually saw him showing it all off to Mom 😀

Glad you loved it, Dad.  And you have no idea how glad we are that we didn’t get the whole family down for the ‘surprise party’…we’d all have been surprised to find the birthday man out of station!

And well, we didn’t even give him a birthday card, not to mention the book 😀 !

Indecisive—that’s the weirdest one can ever get.

Indecisive—that’s the weirdest one can ever get. Taking a decision, changing it, changing it again…and then changing it all over again! If it bothers ONLY you, I guess it’s not too bad…but if you chance to pull in others into the loop—forbidden!

How bad, do you feel, is it to keep changing one’s decision every 5^th minute or so? Is that a disorder of sorts? Is it the kind of situation where one must seek medical help?

Do any of you suffer from this? If your answer is “no”, I guess I shall shortly make this world richer by one word: when a smart doctor puts my name for this syndrome! 😀

I can’t tell you how difficult it is for me to make a decision in life :D. I keep changing my decisions every now and then—I really do! No, I don’t do it because I think of possible consequences, become anxious and change it…I just do it as if it’s the most natural thing to do! I apparently have no qualms about it. And it never bothers me (yes, I do make sure I never cause anyone any trouble…I’m totally at home as long as I am happy about the ‘new’ (short-term though, it always will be) decision).

In the past one week, I’ve changed uncountable decisions, uncountable times!

An example: I decided to go home this weekend, booked a ticket from B’lore to Trivandrum, told my brother to book my return ticket…I even convinced my boss how absolutely important it is for me to be at home this weekend. Then I changed my mind! I convinced my parents why I can’t be at home this weekend. My brother cancelled the ticket. Then I changed my mind again. I went shopping for my parents, bought a whole lot of stuff (haven’t been home for 3 months now). Then I changed my mind again. I decided to courier all the gifts………………And well, after writing this much, I’ve now decided to go! All I have to do now is convince some damn person who’s already booked a ticket in one of those buses to cancel his/her trip (there’s no other way I’m going to get a return-ticket)!

My friends say it’s all due to my memory problem. They say I don’t actually “change my mind”, I just forget that I’d already “made up my mind”! 😛 I think that’s a very enlightening thought…and since it takes too much of an effort to ‘change’ yourself, I guess I shall remain so for the rest of my life.

P.S.: This post also intends to act as a warning to anyone who might tell me “But you said so that day!” 😀 I have a mind which has a mind of its own! 😀

“If I had a choice…”…well, i’d abolish tags :D

1. Last movie you saw in a theater?
Don’t remember! (The last time i was in a theatre was for U, Me aur Hum, which is hardly a film.
(If you havent seen it till date, please, pat yourselves on your back!)

2. What book are you reading?
P.G. Wodehouse—all the time 😀

3. Favorite board game?
Monopoly! No game can beat it 🙂

4. Favorite magazine?
RD, of course!

5. Favorite smells?
Smell of my mom…and the rain…and myself…:D

6. Favorite sounds?
The Sound of Silence…and everything in The Sound of Music.

7. Worst feeling in the world?
Having to wake up in the morning.

8. What is the first thing you think of when you wake up?
Aah…it’s just a dream…not the alarm, really!

9. Favorite fast food place?
Kitchen at home 😀

10. Future child’s name?
Ummmm…haven’t discussed yet 😀

11. Finish this statement. “If I had lot of money I’d….?
…write a book, print it and publish it!! 😀

12. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?
I will…soon 😀

13. Storms—cool or scary?
Neither…its sexy! Love it 😉

14. Favorite drink?
Iced tea (HAS to be from Pizza Hut)

15. Finish this statement, “If I had the time, I would….”?
Sleep more! 😀

16. Do you eat the stems on broccoli?
As long as it is veg…yes! 😀

17. If you could dye your hair any color, what would be your choice?
Black…it’s always been brown!

18. Name all the different cities/towns you’ve lived in?
Trivandrum (since birth!), Guruvayur (2 yrs), Delhi (2 months), Chennai (2 weeks), Mumbai (2 months), Bangalore (going on…), Coimbatore (in and out)…

19. Favorite sports to watch?
800mtrs in the Olympics, in my dream—..for which I  need to sleep 😀

20. One nice thing about the person who sent this to you?
RJ – all nice things about him are all over my blog 😀 (right, RJ?)

21. What’s under your bed?
Whatever it is, it’s bringing me a loooootta sleep…and I’m loving it 😀

22. Would you like to be born as yourself again?
Oh yes, yes, yes……exactly as I am: just a lil more tall, a lil more beautiful, and a lil more intelligent 😀 . Actually, no, then it wudnt be me. 😀

23. Morning person or night owl?
Don’t mind either, as long as I can sleep 🙂

24. Over easy, or sunny side up?
Does it help one get more sleep, whatever it is?

25. Favorite place to relax?
Bed.

26. Favorite pie?
22/7

27. Favorite ice cream flavor?
Not an ice-cream person…pastry, yessssss!

28. Of all the people you tagged this to, who’s most likely to respond first?
Uh uh…whoever wants to, will…I guess 😀 …i’m not tagging anyone, as I’m the last person to publish this among all my blog friends…so… 😀