My Collage: July 2006

The root of all Evil....

Omkara: Nice movie...fabulous performances by everyone involved. But one thing really stung me hard!
The one dialog that is the root of all suspicion and hence many lives! The Dialog from the father.. "Jo ladki apne baap ko tagh sakthi hai, woh kisi ki kya sagi banegi" ( The daughter who could deceive her father, could deceive anyone)

To me in the movie, all men who blame their daughters / wives for all the things that had gone wrong with them are huge losers. It is just a hopeless n useless ego exploding through their undersized-minds that is the cause of all their problems. The story to me was just a hurt-father’s revenge, a jealous-friend’s vengeance, a suspicion-laden husband’s blunder! However, in this battle of power n suspicion, the only one who was duped and victimized was the innocent lady!

The thought angers me. For most girls, parents mean the world and the love for them is beyond words. To disappoint them is the last thing she ever wants to do!
But if a girl could dare to betray her father, imagine her extent of love for her man. She was so committed to the man, she could go the extent of sacrificing all the easy-ways out! If love can take you to that degree, how powerful an emotion must that be!

No, I am not trying to profess love... But, I can’t stand a woman's feelings being trivialized and that too just to cover up men’s cheap-thoughts!

They say the cause of every war; every wrong in history has been a woman! I say, the reason for all the drama are MEN, their own incapability, their own deficiencies… and most of all their cowardice which doesn’t even let them admit their flaws!

Colors....

Seems very very childish…but, I loved filling the colors…:)

Took me back to drawing classes in school days in KV, Kudremukh…
Dodhihal Sir,
thanks so much for never being content with whatever I brought to you…
thanks so much for making that “V V Good” so hard to get… Everything you taught has indeed come a long way…

Homo Sapeins- the (in)Human Being

Social confidence at the exterior, but from within-- a mass from contractions, romantic turmoil, emotional mayhem, spiritually challenged soul in a mesh of insufficiencies, insecurities and unknowns … simply put politically, lost… technically, direction-less … isn’t this us?
Have we so gotten used to our masks that we ignore our deficiencies or are we scared to accept the real us…
Aint we all hypocrites? Aint we just boorishly self-centered and isn’t all we can think of start with and end at saving our own crappy arses!!!
No, I am not cynical with out a reason! A few incidents around me have triggered the thought process in me…

Instance 1: At work, a month ago, my friend was feeling very sick- she told her boss that she wanted to leave as she was too sick to work. The first thing the boss asked was if she was done with the status report. It felt utterly inhuman.
Instance 2: At home, my aunt found a love note that my kid cousin sis had tried to camouflage amidst her chemistry notes. She had described her love for this class-mate and why she thought life made no sense without him! The matter was dismissed on the grounds of “teenage fling” after a brief but grueling discussion with her.

Both these instances stirred some unsettled thoughts! Recently, when a team mate mentioned that she wasn’t well and would like to go take some rest for a while- I had a chance to feel what my friends’ boss must have felt.
Yes, to be honest, the first thought that came to my mind was all the assigned tasks that she was supposed to but hadn’t completed- what impact will that have on my day’s deliverables. But, I immediately dismissed those thoughts and asked her what was wrong and even suggested her to take the day off. She brightened up just at the mention of the words. She took a break, came back and did more work than was expected!

Are we all by default, selfish jerks that can’t think beyond what we want out of the people we interact with? Is basic human nicety a deliberate effort?

My cousin had expressed her emotions…but they were boorishly dismissed—was it just because she was 16? How would such emotions from a 25-old be construed?
If those notes were mine, how would I have felt when my emotions were being smudged? Why does everything become so precious when it is “mine”?

Arent we humongous hypocrites when treating matters with us Vs others?

Woman in Nature

FI-QSRP ... my ppl

(Anuroop, Ajit, Ashoka, Me, Deepthi, Shilpa)

I got Tagged

I am thinking about when the external systems would all be up, so my ppl dont have to put in those extra hours!
I said " Not a paisa more than Rs.10" to the cobbler when he demanded double the amount for the 4 knots on my sandle.... uuggghhh MEN!!!
I want to be the best daughter, best sister, best grand-daughter, best friend, best wife and the bestest mother! I want to also be an employee my employer can be proud of, a team -person that my team-members would cherish working with even after years.. and some day I want to be a good employer!
I wish to see an India without castism, reservation and poverty!
I miss 404 and the late night chats with A and P ( my roomies at mke) where we talked about EVERYTHING ( ya.. that tooo..:)).
I listen to my heart more than my brain...but i am trying to give due attention to my grey cells too...
I wonder real-estate will ever be priced affordably!
I regret not having loved milwaukee for all that it gave me...
I am the heroine of my story!
I dance for me...
I sing when i am 'Appy..; but sadly, I think I sing sad songs better than the appy-appy ones...
I cry when am chopping onions... none of the tactics to avoid it have worked for me so far...
I am not immune to some people yet...in spite of all my effort...
I write because thats one of the cheapest ways of reporting daily status to my counterparts working saat-samundar-par!
I confuse lesser than i get confused!... Thats my way of returning(good) to the society..
I need to know momz fine always...
I should start using the shredder more regularly than i do at office... and I must tidy-up my room more often than i do at home!
I finish every bit of food on my plate! I make sure to take only as much as i can handle on my plate- and once on my plate, every bit gets the love and attention they deserve.

I tag
Rahul <http://shandyblogging.blogspot.com/>
Anuroopa <http://radroop.blogspot.com/>
Veena <http://joelamrit.blogspot.com/>

they are everywhere... EVERYWHERE!!!

Put them all in a room and shoot them before they have chance to blink!!!
All men.. All of 'em... and HER!

I mean how difficult is to understand that a lady needs to "SIT"! All these insensitive morons care for is themselves...and have all business conversations- neverending but freaking important ones... in the "walkway" n STANDING!
How long would it take to understand that if a lady is managing to listen to your low-price fundaes- it not beacause she enjoys those illogical arguments you make or the unimpressive polity you try to induce... WE JUST tolerate you and try whatever is in our power to shorten any conversation with you!

And yeasss... those pathetic attempts of yours at humor are really really UNFUNNY! And they piss us offffff.. royally!!!

Yuu know what!!!!... You look disgusting to us when you brag about the times when you tricked others and you make us want to puke when you get a kick out of getting-your-way-using-cheap-tactics...

Oh the entire LOT should be locked in a pyramid full of lizards!!

And gaaawwdd....these stupid men are everywhere!..EVERYWHERE!

while Italy was fighting the germans

I love sports.. but not so much that I’d lose my sleep over it… but last night was an exception—it was neither the Schneider-fever nor the insomnia spell… it was just plain –“betting effect”

FI-Dev Team(Rahul, Puneet, Bineet, Pravin, Prabu and Ravi) have this betting game where they predict the score line of each game and then bet money. The person who wins doesnot pay and the person who loses (hit rate being 100% for the last 6 games) pay the amount pre-decided! The stakes increase in each level in the game- Quarter finals 20/, semi 50/- final-100/- Finally, all the members go party!

Anyways, last night I reached home just in time to catch harsha bhogle promising some good football in the offing! And while I was hoping desperately that germans win, to ditract mt drooping eye-lids I decided to give them something beside Schneider… A blank chart sheet!
By the time I was done covering the blank white sheet with graphite, Italy – Germany stood at 0-0.
And by the time my eyelids were back to feeling good and letting me see the world, Germans had been slaughtered and I had lost 50 bucks!