Brilliantly Blue

Saw this at Uma‘s and Reema‘s blogs and one thing immediately came to mind: this pic I took at Manali πŸ™‚ I just soooo love this pic and had to post it!
This is in connection with a contest by Thursday Challenge: Photography for fun and learning.
This week the theme is β€œblue”.

Brilliantly Blue!

This was taken on the way back from Rohtang Pass, manali. Those little curls right above the words “Brilliantly Blue” are the roadways leading to the peak’s top! πŸ™‚ The mist, ice and the dark mountains all together gave a brilliantly blue visual! πŸ™‚

Falling all over…

…myself seem to be my latest hobby.

Last Monday, I joined IBM. After a long day of form-filling, I was dropped back half way by a cousin. I got off the bike, stepped onto the footpath and the next instant, I was flat on the pavement!!! Some dorkΒ  had placed a flat piece of iron rod at the base of the footpath. The area itself was so dark, it just couldn’t be seen. In fact, I had to feel around in the darkness to figure out what I tripped over. Anyways, apart from a few bruises, I was OK. I limped for about 500 mts and found an auto, went home.

Week two at IBM. Monday again. We all left early today as there was some problem with the AC duct. A colleague staying close by offered to drop me home. Though I told him I’d take a rickshaw from 2-3 points on the way, he insisted on droppping me home. Finally, we reached, and I got off the bike. Or so I thought. In fact, my patiala got caught in his helmet-lock on the rear of the bike, and I lost my balance. My bag was darn heavy, with the laptop and everything. And bam! I landed flat on the road, right in front of my house (shocking the poor colleague and a few neighbours).

I soooo don’t look forward to next Monday 😦

Time to say goodbye

and I said it all yesterday: my last day at work! πŸ˜€

I’ve never seen anyone being made to work so much in their notice period! Bah! I used to be real tired on all days…too tired to even blog! Why, even weekends were spent brainstorming (alone!!) and coming up with new ideas. But yes, I enjoyed it thoroughly.

It was a nice job, the work was super, the team was (mostly) great. But somehow, I reached that point of exasperation real soon. And I decided to quit. Two of my best buddies at work also decided the same thing. So, there was no feeling of ‘leaving good things back’ πŸ˜‰ But within two days of giving in the resignation, some real cool people joined the team…and the last three weeks were SUPER FUN!

Sometimes, I regret having quit when things were turning to look good. But well, the not-so-good elements will always remain – high and strong – and that will eventually bring the fun down. For sure. So, maybe it wasn’t that bad at all…this decision. And it’s a small world. We’ll cross paths again.

We were a gang of four. Now one person’s left behind. Will always try for his best too πŸ™‚

It was an unexpectedly good ‘last day’. Unexpected gift, a team lunch, a ‘token of appreciation’, lousy speech, photo sessions, formalities, signatures, handing over, farewell, party, hugs, goodbyes, laughs, work, yummy food, sad songs, last-minute proofing, chilling out, catching up, cribbing, LOLs, whining, winding up, coming home. And then, it was over.

One mutton curry, one fish pickle and two gifts pending. I haven’t forgotten, guys and girl πŸ™‚ I’ll be back πŸ˜‰

And now, I’m moving on. To IBM. To be an IBMer πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚


IHM and Swaram have tagged me to list at least ten things IΒ ever wanted or did which my gender is not supposed to.Β 

So, here goes !

– I love being the engineer in the house..and dive right in if there’s technical things to be rectified.Β  My bro calls me Benchineer (B.A + Engineer) and the husband calls me Miss Technology πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

– I’m most comfortable in my jeans n T and sneakers πŸ™‚

–Β I hate pink, lipstick,nail polish and gold!! Hate wearing necklaces, bangles, etc.

– I work, travel alone, have lived alone.

– I love travelling and I do not care if it involves getting dirt splashed on to my white shirt πŸ˜€

– Have fought with auto drivers, thretened to report them for asking excess fare. Have made peoplethrow ciggies away, for trying to make me a passive smoker.

– Love my phone, camera and laptop πŸ™‚ And i prefer figuring it all out myself, han being taught. I’ll walk into any dirt, to get that perfect shot.

– Do not think cooking, cleaning and serving is the way to please anyone in the family/to get a name for myself. In fact, wile i love cooking, I do it ONLY if I have the mood. Else, I make sure the husband offers help/make him help πŸ˜€

– Love books more than tailoring, embroidery and crochet (donno any of these)Β !!! πŸ˜‰

–Β I hate gossipping (unless it’s the funny, harmless ones) and wasting time reading Femina, etc. πŸ˜€

And of course, I loveΒ home shopping, pani puri, cooking,Β mehendi, lovely kurtis, mangoes, cuddling up, sleeping, bathing πŸ˜› It’s a good mix πŸ™‚

As for tagging, I hink I’m the last person to put this up πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ Anyone whos reading this, can take it up.

In fact, all of us seem to be the same. It’s all just a good mix. There’s nothing that man must do and women must do. “Can”/”Will” is a different matter. πŸ˜‰

what can we do NOW?

Saw this most disturbing video on Facebook. It was titled “Educational Video”, from PETA

And it left me almost puking. I could not see the whole thing. I had to close down!Β I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t take it.

So, I wonder how the animals do! While justΒ the visual pain is so horrid, I wonder what the actual pain would be like. Their indifferent, lost expressions wrenched my heart loose and shattered it. I may sound poetic or whatever…but I can’t begin to tell you how disturbed I am πŸ˜₯

Are those the hands of real, living human beings? Or are they machines? How can people not feel wretched doing this?

And all this for what? Wool, leather and fur? To wear around you in the name of fashion, comfort and status?

I know writing a looooong post on this does not aggravate or alliviate the misery I went through, seeing this. The best is for you to see it yourself. and then, share:


A couple of years back, I broke open an egg to make an omelette and saw blood on the yolk.Struck by depression, avid non-vegetarian that I was, turned chronic vegetarian that instant. Even though I knew my giving up on non-veg does not save all the chicken, fish, pig, cow, and what not, of this world, I still gave up on my craving. And, it felt good. I was beginning to get over it, but I guess this is a timelyΒ reminder for me as well. I go back to my veggie ways.

I know giving it up does not solve anything. Giving up on fur, wool and leather also does not stop it. There’s something else that we need to do.


P.S.: Puke, if you have to. But, I think you should all see this. At least, half way, like I did. If nothing else, itll make you happy to know you’re actually being tortured by the indifference; and not torturing with indifference.