Sometimes..............

Sometimes…..

Sometimes I ponder…….when the little girl I was, always wanted to grow up so fast…..

Wanted my way,  and my word, and be all that and where I wanted.

I wanted to be this woman who is all so in control, expressed her mind and had a view point.

I wanted to be in the fast lane and achieve it all and stand out….

Now that I am the woman, I crave for the time I was this little girl.

Of the innocence and the moments I owned to dream…of the playful bliss…of not runnin outa the damn time…

Sometimes….

Sometimes ….I am strong to support someone at their mind…

and sometimes my heart is crystal fragile to decide for  myself….

Sometimes I am lost, not to the world…..but to myself….

I am nameless, don’t know my directions….I decipher and manage..

Sometimes I am all love…….sometimes the shrewd tamer….

Sometimes I am tamed and sometimes I tame…..

Sometimes I care for the world around and love ‘ em back…

Sometimes I want to be on my own…..like I don’t own an address or a cell phone…

Sometimes I tend to gaze in to the infinity……….

I dunno what I think….i talk to my existence….

Sometimes I am back to my crazy world………of hopes and aspirations galore…

Sometimes I think of the bright sunny days and the love around me…..

Sometimes life is beautiful….sometimes…………

Of the office pig

Of the office pig

So we all embark on new jobs with a zeal, to achieve it all and rule the world…wa’ow …sounds and feels good, but  then sometimes (sometimes is important , doesn’t happen at all the places) ,months down the line set in monotony ,lean phases iced with the office pigs around to make life all the more miserable.

Yes, I bestow upon them this miraculously filthy name the attributes of which, they are so upbeat about.

So, who qualifies in the category? Well it’s filthy, lickers who describe their presence with aplomb at unrequited places(read always with the managers).

People, your managers’ parents have done a good job bringing them up so they do not need you for oh so small things like rejuvenating them with a coffee cuppa or for that matter flattering them with chocolates and delicacies from home, for once do you think your manger is a handicap? A better dig though: why don’t you smear those chocolates on the manager …and then you know what to do. Ding!!!

Another category is, those trying to impress their female bosses, yeah sweet heart please hold the laptop, but why? Do you think she is expectantly weak or wait…You have a role there? Dong!!!

Quick massages and super jazzy englees can help too.

Another peculiar office pig I hold an acquaintance with, typically fulfills the definition, yes he takes care that our clients eat his favorite cuisine and then  hogs on the left overs once they leave. Dude were you born so uber cool or it some certification that’s helped you? Oops …!!! People, please don’t feel disgusted reading this….such people are a crowning glory.

I am still figuring if they have a help line where in you can report such animals, but MCD uncle please keep them away from the stray dogs…..they might be licked ;)

What is Porn?????

  

I have this voice inside me who keeps saying weird but true things to me, which somehow, I mange not to bout outta my mouth and call it the Live voice (LV).

Control your thought frenzy, yes we are talking about porn and I can understand all your anticipation about the definition and description of porn you seek out here.

This incident dates back to my Satyam days as a trainee (and batch seminar rep) at Hyderabad, asked to arrange seminars. An enthusiast colleague of mine was going through his slides about some animation technique, the contents of which were nicely CTRL C’ed - CTRL V’ed , from the web. A shy and quiet girl raised her hand and asked him to move to the previous slide which he gladly did , expressions of showing off attentive listeners aloud on this face and she asked “What is porn ?”…."Animation is used in pornography too " : she read this on the slide.

Aghast!!! He looked at me and I stumbled upon my desk with the jolt. I mumbled and jumbled - "The content is inappropriate to be discussed ", but probably puberty hit her that day itself and she wanted to know all about porn.

The proud speaker now retracted from the presentation and asked me to take over the situation.

(LV:  yeah sure, as if I have been giving Porn lectures at Harvard since ages….I don’t even know if they teach Porn at Harvard).

I wanted to say: "Please do not insist,next presentation please."

(LV : Girl!!!! what  were you doing all this while ? other than applying coconut oil and putting on those gajaras. Search Google and you will find lots of it.

I actually said : Search Google and you will find lots of it!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shiiiiiiiiiiiit!!!!!!!!!! I said that.

And everybody was amused at their bold seminar representative.

I stood there spellbound and motion less like a stone.

Jagar, my dear friend was stunned and came to my rescue,he somehow managed to ward off further explicit content discussions.

LV and me (to the presenter): Learn what to copy ...man!!!!!!!!!!!!

So now you know what is porn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What’s my name …what's my name….;)

What’s my name …what's my name….;)

Ok…so there is this female in the city who has just attained adolescence and is making the nation sway to her voluptuous curves,but I feel pity for all the other girls named Shiela…actually sometimes I feel pity for myself too, sans carrying a guy kind of name…but that’s a different story.


So all the shielas how do you introduce yourself during interviews…my name is sheeeeeeela…and the interviewer starts fantasizing…what’s your size..What’s your size...36-24-36?

Worst still would be an interviewer named shiela…the guy candidates will not be able to help themselves but check her out.Umm shiela, shiela, shiela!!!!!

A peculiar thing that I have noticed is people feel it’s a rage to hum this song and feel elated, cheap Delhi gimmicks you see.

Another female doing the rounds is madam munni, she attained the glow of adolescence only to be famous amongst the infamous, and she has separate gentry to cater to. My heart goes out to people like my maid called Munni who’s quite perturbed after the  release of the song ,people call her Munni bad name (read bad nam) and the poor soul feels offended…"Izzat walon ka kachra kar diya munni ne"…..she says.

But the amazing thing is how the lyricists have managed to make the common Indian girl , a hit item material…..I am safe though…What’s my name what’s my name...

The ladies compartment

Well it's my first day of blogging and ferrying around in the Delhi Metro’s much hyped "Ladies compartment” as well.
My first reaction to the Pinky fancied "Only women" banner was something like that of a newly launched sanitary napkin brand...arrghh....why does it have to be pink....?????
Ok going back to the compartment, I suddenly felt as though I got admitted to a girls' high school....(read perplexed and disillusioned).....there wasn't much motivation to start the day on a high note....sans the presence of study guys,while a bunch of them peeped from the adjacent bogey as to wha was so special about this "women only (guys anyways can't resist this label) " thingy.


A few college girls detested the separation from their beloved guys, poor pammi aunty types separated from there shammi uncles, I was wondering who the idea is benefitting to.
A few brave men did try to board the pinky but were out rightly shown the door, poor they couldn't even ogle to fill an eye candy.
On a serious note why are we discriminating? We said we were equals, or perhaps it is the educated - illiterate India not rising up to human sensibilities to have being snapped this way.
Are we a cult that requires to be demarcated on either side of pink or are we sensible enough to get up and offer to be responsible and offer the valued silver possession to a more needful fella?
But yeah the Pinky is helpful.Kudos to Delhi metro guys...rest assured..no ...err..posterior rest assured.....