tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48857171578202315652009-12-18T10:04:04.695+05:30(To be read the South Indian way)bitter_chocolatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10148772224016216217noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4885717157820231565.post-11529401708333468672009-10-29T00:47:00.006+05:302009-11-14T15:02:40.768+05:30

I am in one of my random moods.I feel like taking two and two and making 2 million 2 hundred twenty two thousand two hundred and twenty two. If I got that number right, I would be extremely happy. Since apparently I am dyslexic with maths. Which is really the point of this post. Let me assure you I wasn't always like this. I had a tremendous aptitude for maths. My kindergarten teacher firmly

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During the course of the last year, I went back to both school and college for various reasons. What surprised me was my radically different feelings towards both the institutions. Walking back into school, the first thing that hit me was a gut wrenching feeling that too much had changed. There were new buildings everywhere, the watchman had changed, even the little temple looked different. It

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"We don't celebrate till every last one of us is placed." Just when I was convinced the competition could not get worse, just when I was convinced the only thing that mattered was a standard format sheet of paper with exaggerated accomplishments, just when I was convinced that the only thing that was of any significance in life was a company telling me I was worthy of being interviewed by looking

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She was 7. She was at the annual sports competition. It was time for the running race. She loved running. Everyone told her she was no good at it, but she participated in all the races whenever she could. She just loved running. The brown tracks, the white lines, the red banner of the finish line, the spoonfuls of glucose offered after the race, the feeling of wind slapping against her face (she

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I don't know what is worse, wanting something so intensely it hurts and then not getting it, or succeeding in everything you do but never knowing what you want.The irony of life is, the people who want something desperately don't get it and the people who couldn't care less get it all and are unhappy anyway.Bottom line: Everyone is unhappy.If you are one of those lucky few who happens to have got

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Being at home in Chennai reminds me of what life outside B is like. (Life inside B can take some time to sum up since its a 24 hour, no sleep, no thought business) I am currently occupying myself by entertaining guests at home. The standard format of the situation is like this: People come over to the house, indulge in pleasant conversation with my parents, smile benovently at my brother and me,

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She lit the candles carefully, making sure the wax did not drip anywhere close to the black satin of her dress. Lighting the last one, she looked around to make sure the whole room glowed orange evenly.Uniformity. She liked uniformity in her work.Satisfied, she sat down to rearrange the white lace tablecloth neatly spread out on the floor. Making sure the edges were even, she placed the dishes

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It is a nice, dreary, gray morning here at B. I am sitting in my room, gazing sadly at my preposterous blog count over the last three months - a grand total of three, out of which I had written one ages ago. I am also wrestling with some God awful normal distributions. And whining to myself about an assignment on Indian agriculture (It can make anyone feel suicidal!) And... I am thinking of all

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One month's up. I am not sure if I am supposed to be happy or sad about that. Mostly I just feel too sleep deprived to do any rational thinking. But in this one month, some things have become standardized - an unfailing routine that makes the adrenaline rush to your brain in the morning and puts you in autopilot for the rest of the day.Samples of routines and realisations of the last one month:1)

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Last year was a rough year. And as all the life coaches say, somehow, that is when you learn the useful lessons of life.My lesson from last year is something I think should be taught in school: Don't listen to anyone. Make your own choices, make your own decisions.Why do I say that? Because even the people who have your best interests at heart can lead you down the wrong path. Because people love

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Ok, I am only doing this to calm my nerves. I am very bad at packing and when my mother joins me to pack things, we become the worst duo ever.Amma's philosophy is simple: Take the bare minimum. No wait, take only those things that you can cram together in one small Jansport backpack. That will definitely last you for two years.Me? I just try to leave the bare minimum behind.Everything I put in,

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It has been my bane since childhood. I think my first tryst with the bindi was when I saw my baby pictures. Some genius adult had smeared huge black circles on my forehead and cheek when I was just a newborn. I was about five when I saw that picture, and I started howling when someone told me that that was me in all my gorgeous baby glory. Until then I had allowed my mother to put various dots

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For some reason I feel incredibly depressed between 5 and 7 every evening. I don't know what it is between the sun setting and me ( I was a winter baby anyway), but I feel like a big truckload of crap at this time. And I am still stuck at office. :( Recently I read an article about uplifting your spirits by thinking happy thoughts. So here goes my ultimate list of things that make me happy:1) A

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I got my hands on The Fountainhead rather late- two months ago to be precise. I had tried reading it while in college, but could not make it past the first few pages. I disliked Roark and his flaming red (orange?) hair almost instantaneously and the small print and the book's thickness even more. So before Roark could start his career, my tryst with the book ended.Revisiting it two months ago, I

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Has struck me big time. I sit at the computer, stare at the white space and can think of nothing to write about. I am telling you- the busier you are, the more you want to have free time to write and when you find that time, you can't think of anything to write about.Of course, in my case it could have been the Curse of the Lizard Family.My house has recently become home to all sorts of animals

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I am supposed to write frequently, as my dear cynic friend Anand pointed out (sorry, couldn't resist the cynic bit!) :) . I have been thinking my blog is way too arbit, and I need to organize it. But such is my laziness and so vague are my thoughts, that I don't think I will do a very good job. Anyway coming back, I have been meeting a lot of people recently, and I have realised people tend to

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So much has been said about the entire Goody-Shetty episode, you must probably be wondering what more I can say on this topic. Everyone has expressed an opinion- from how an Indian has been exploited racially, to how the episode was framed just to generate publicity, to... just about everything except probably why Goody and Shetty needed to hug and kiss so much to make up (we'll leave this for

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After a rather adventurous weekend, it was all I could do to get myself out of bed. I was tired and I did not want to go for work. I had barely walked into the living room for coffee when my aunt looked up from the paper and said, "Abhishek proposed to Aishwarya." I looked at the paper and there it was. How "Abhi" had proposed and "Ash" had accepted. Like they were my brother and his fiancee or

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Have you just finished your graduation?? Have you been recruited by one of the top software companies?? Are you feeling thrilled about it?? Well, don't. Not until you go through the entire “software world” experience anyway. Because chances are, you will find things a lot different from the way you imagined it to be. I am not going to say it is a bad experience, but I am just going to give you a

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2006 was not my year. From whichever angle I look at it, it just seems like a year that I could have done without in my life. Now, its not like that I can look back at my life and say any year was my year, but 2006 was just sheer lousy.Lets start at the beginning- the college project. Now, you would think that after the way they taught us, expecting an advanced version of Vista as a college

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A friend of mine recently told me that I am wasting my time writing about topics that have no relevance, and that comment irked me no end. Okay, I might not be a great writer, but I would definitely like to be taken a little seriously! Hence, I have decided to write about a topic that I consider serious and relevant- the cause of feminism. If I rave and rant and get a little worked up about the

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The biggest untruth on earth is possibly the concept of 'inner beauty'. All the lovelies competing in beauty pageants can scream their lungs out in defence of the 'beauty within', but it will never make a difference to the rest of the world. Possibly because at the end of the tirade, it is the woman with the maximum skin deep beauty who wins anyway.With each passing day, the definition of beauty

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If you are wondering why software professionals spend so much of their time at office, its because they need time for what they think are "meaningful conversations that could improve productivity and quality." That actually translates into useless talk where you get screwed by the boss. The following is one such conversation. It was scheduled between the boss and me to evaluate my performance,

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So it is that time again. Celebrity scandal time. Bips has created quite a furor snogging C. Ronaldo himself. Envious folks may be sniggering at Bips's quotes- "We are such good friends, we have promised to mail each other everyday" (I am sure Sir Alex Ferguson is simply thrilled at the prospect), but at the end of the day, she has gotten more than her fair share of attention. Let's forget the

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The last one year I have had a lot of fun in Bangalore. I have met an array of people, and it never fails to amaze me as to how many different types of people work in that city. The following are some of the funniest conversations I have had with various people I have known.My first project involved working from the client location and I had to go to the client's office for 8 months. I used to

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