tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92331522024-03-21T09:20:12.242-07:00Daily Humor. Or Lack of it.The triumph of low expectationsShahanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866066939077162114noreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233152.post-11145995000272564782009-08-02T23:16:00.004-07:002010-02-26T15:38:31.553-07:00Brevity is the soul of witThe pressure of keeping it short has lead to a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">disappearing</span> blog.<br />I will be back after learning the art of brevity.Shahanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866066939077162114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233152.post-79477848446034253652009-08-02T23:06:00.004-07:002009-08-02T23:11:55.530-07:00Word of the week - IntenseIntense work. Intense stress.<br />Intense stress. Intense partying.<br />Intense partying. Intense stress.<br /><br />Intense loop.Shahanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866066939077162114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233152.post-42212569849033991732009-02-10T13:48:00.004-07:002009-02-10T13:53:44.442-07:00Workweek - Revisited & Reaffirmed<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisoil_82EAaGO8v69HcBXP3xm3to23ysQ6hXcHPIGNVkeEc8M2UYu619xFG185Fx0l06HRKZsMG1H0GFq8LtY1wMCDOWr2tozzM6GCrVVOmqAHEly8ZZbnJ8ydEJ0UA-uvAXh1/s1600-h/workweek.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301274454588405074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 501px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisoil_82EAaGO8v69HcBXP3xm3to23ysQ6hXcHPIGNVkeEc8M2UYu619xFG185Fx0l06HRKZsMG1H0GFq8LtY1wMCDOWr2tozzM6GCrVVOmqAHEly8ZZbnJ8ydEJ0UA-uvAXh1/s400/workweek.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjst8la6YiOXKWEDJq89FqrTP0gOW41KsOv5-5YTzxUQD_TViUZ3DVjHE3Cgp0pq05jG7G4IBFoQEgzffkt-jIINSR9OMmWdu1zdNz683r_n7FHDzYw0aiM_LL52nP3jq9wE8U_/s1600-h/workweek.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Shahanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866066939077162114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233152.post-22530455006177472922009-02-01T13:16:00.010-07:002009-02-01T14:07:46.123-07:00Australian Open Finals - 2009<div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">To break down. To show you really care <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">about</span> winning . To sob in front of a crowd of 15 K and millions worldwide and continue after <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">regaining</span> composure to say ' I don't want to have the last word 'coz THIS man deserves it '. To conclude by saying ' I'll see you guys next year ' and make it sound like a promise - confident and dignified. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">That's Roger <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Federer</span>. </div><div align="justify"><br />The man who endears himself to you even when he plays a dismal fifth set in the Australian Open Finals. The man who makes you admire him for his skills on court and adore him for his graciousness off court. The man who can make his opponent put an arm around him and respect his greatness, for history bears testimony to his finesse. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">That's Roger Federer. </div><div align="justify"><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297936174942584194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaRKV7wKWcprWjIlNBFL1tqqE2t-EwjTwopo9myQaeNSKumhMc4aXrhWEL2UQFaBsMXInPaZFEG8fxYcjQXqDfWGKIWW1hCgpMGMLF3O1tAXO9KF-qMpZF97aoDio-PvX6TH6l/s320/Nadal+-+Federer.jpg" border="0" /> </div>Shahanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866066939077162114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233152.post-90477332096421998232009-01-20T11:23:00.004-07:002009-08-05T23:07:11.328-07:00Obama's inaugral speech - Stuff HISTORY is made of<a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/POLITICS/01/20/obama.politics/index.html">http://www.cnn.com/2009/POLITICS/01/20/obama.politics/index.html</a>Shahanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866066939077162114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233152.post-49958033726199948722009-01-16T10:45:00.007-07:002009-08-05T23:12:21.876-07:00When the cat's away the mouse will dance. Or will they?<div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">This week has been excruciatingly busy for me. Was glued to my seat the whole time I was in office. Got a lot <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">of</span> work done and felt good at the end of each day. Self satisfaction level - very high.</div><div align="justify"><br />As a side story, my boss was out on a business trip this whole week. Now, he's one of the the nicest person I've worked with but as nice as he is , the brat in me can't help but rub hands in glee each time he's out of office!! His absence spells FREEDOM!! No eagle eyes burning into the back of my head . Literally (his cube is right behind mine) .</div><div align="justify"><br />It's so ironical that he's back in office today and, I am feeling painfully laid back with no desire to fractionize my energy into work.<br /><br />Shouldn't it have been the other way around - Boss around, work hard. Boss out, party ?<br />Corporate dunce - me.<br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Uh Oh - He was here. The boss.</div><div align="justify">Uh Uh Uh Oh!!! He just read this post. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Shittttttt</span>! </div>Shahanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866066939077162114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233152.post-53771328818247918472008-09-11T22:47:00.007-07:002009-01-16T14:43:18.025-07:00Examination Hysteria - Flashback of a Flush<div align="justify"><a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/africa/7610744.stm">http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/africa/7610744.stm</a><br /><br /></div><div align="justify">I was ready to LOL after reading this news piece when suddenly empathy kicked in and my first day of Grade X examination came to mind. Our examination centre was at a different school campus, the subject was HINDI, and yours truly was truly a bundle of nerves. Palpitation, parched throat, sweaty palms ... all the classic symptoms.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">While I'm no Kalidas in Hindi, getting decent grades wasn't really an impossible task , but the nerves ... they probably had reasons to believe otherwise! The Hindi teacher came up to my desk looking concerned, bent down and whispered into my ears in Hindi : ' None of my students have ever done badly. Please don't set a precedence.' </div><div align="justify">So much for encouragement ! </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Result day : I scored 54 / 100 !! That's a long way from 'Barely passed' ... that's scoring more 50%!! 'Chaupan Prateeshat'. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Also earned a 'THANK YOU' (or was it thank GOODNESS!) smile from my teacher.<br /></div><div align="justify"></div>Shahanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866066939077162114noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233152.post-29014525878795594102008-09-08T13:43:00.004-07:002008-09-08T21:15:40.507-07:00Can't believe I've never tweeted!<div align="justify"></div><p align="justify">I want to catch up and keep pace.</p><p align="justify">I want my friends to know every single detail of every minute of my life. Don't want to keep any secrets, like sneezing and not telling anyone. </p><p align="justify">I want to microblog (just learned this word) .</p><p align="justify">I want to <a href="http://twitter.com/">tweet</a>. </p><p align="justify">More stuff on it <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twitter">here</a>.</p><p align="justify">Geez. </p><p align="justify"> </p>Shahanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866066939077162114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233152.post-43691745943105509262008-09-08T13:14:00.007-07:002009-01-16T13:19:31.774-07:00My shot at fame and glamour<p>A friend sent an email some time back saying he wanted to enter this shot for a contest. </p><p></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL9CFSjMd5n1ozXKEpWa7i15j3_BjpXmJMwDQvV2WhDMiiE_7pF3iyekcfqYHB5UCbZEjIB8MXsfA8Z0yHlGea3-Q5tZs0bkg8t6P1EQAq3Vs458e32Rbqlk31wOqVBLy-Up3K/s1600-h/DSC04951.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243746931617717522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL9CFSjMd5n1ozXKEpWa7i15j3_BjpXmJMwDQvV2WhDMiiE_7pF3iyekcfqYHB5UCbZEjIB8MXsfA8Z0yHlGea3-Q5tZs0bkg8t6P1EQAq3Vs458e32Rbqlk31wOqVBLy-Up3K/s320/DSC04951.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p><br />I haven't heard from him since. </p><p>One chance at entering the glam world and he goes AWOL on me. Hrmph.<br /></p><p></p><br /><br /><p></p>Shahanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866066939077162114noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233152.post-33836645465630007912008-09-08T12:29:00.006-07:002008-09-08T21:17:29.639-07:00There should be some kind of cosmic limit on how much body insecurity the universe can handle<div align="justify"></div><p align="justify"></p><p align="justify">Saw a young girl, in her early teens is my guess, preen in front of the dressing room mirror at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Nordstorm</span> today looking mighty <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">un - pleased</span> with a dress she had on. Reason - it didn't conceal the fat on her arms. Now, it averages a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">freakin</span>' 110F here in Scottsdale and she was adamant that her mom bought her a longer-sleeved 'summer' frock. Not sure what they finally ended up buying.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"></span></p><p align="justify"><span class="blsp-spelling-error">Ok</span>, who am I kidding. I am a sucker for well-fitting clothes (a new addiction) too. But seeing somebody that young being so particular about the yet-to-vanish baby fat made me wonder if that was normal. I would have totally understood if she'd wanted low necklines and high hemlines. Some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">boobage</span> and legs to flaunt, hey why not! You got it you flaunt it. Oh, I digress.<br /></p><p align="justify">Coming back to Missy, I am not able to decide if it's alright to be conscious about fat, figure, calories and such from such an early age.<br /></p><p align="justify">Maybe it is. She'll grow up w/o having to feel <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">embarrassed</span> about ever wearing baggy 6-pocket jeans and red stonewashed <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">over sized</span> shirt which she thought looked 'cool'. Sigh ... why did I have to bring up a painful reminder of my past!<br /></p><p align="justify">Maybe it adds unnecessary pressure on young teens. It's hard enough trying to focus on your studies, games, pranks, developing feminine <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">wiles</span>, boyfriends and the likes.<br /></p><p align="justify">Maybe I should care less about what they care about and push my shopping cart to the footwear section and buy the 4" blue pumps to address my vertical challenge.<br /></p>Shahanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866066939077162114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233152.post-77863512243774472062008-09-08T12:00:00.002-07:002008-09-08T12:02:06.451-07:00Striking that perfect balance<p>I totally 'Digg' investigative reporting! Give me a topic and I will present you with facts, factoids, arguments for / against the motion and levels of details enough to kill anyone's enthusiasm on the subject. </p><p><br />I can spend hours at doing this without losing interest in the subject. While I am at it. At least.<br />I think my interest is compounded by the fact that this type of work give me the perfect balance in the equation :<br /></p><p>Real Work + <strong>Appearance of Work</strong> = Total Work<br /></p><p>Isn't it amazing how 'the appearance of work' is such a valuable component of corporate life. I learned this only recently. Every time I would ask a co-worker ' so how's work?' I usually got a reply on the lines of 'I have no time to breathe!'. I'd wonder (and panic) 'Huhh?!! I am on the same project as that person, pretty much doing the same thing and how come I am not THAT busy? Is my email working?? Did I miss an email?? Was there a meeting alarm that didn't go off as scheduled? What happened?!!!'<br /></p><p>So after panicking for a good few months I've welcomed some handy cliches used in corporate America. Now I am always busy, my weekends always end too soon, dramatic Monday Morning groans are in place, Happy Friday is a greeting and my calendar is always booked! </p><p></p><p></p>Shahanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866066939077162114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233152.post-15991226998354051932008-09-08T10:53:00.007-07:002008-09-08T11:19:16.641-07:00The voices in my head<div align="justify"></div><p align="justify"><em>Ask for a raise when you think you've earned it</em></p><p align="justify">Well, what are the chances that my boss feels the same way?</p><p align="justify"><em>Well, you'll never know until you ask.</em></p><p align="justify">Well, ask and you might regret.</p><p align="justify"><em>Well, you are just being a pessimist.</em></p><p align="justify">Well, I would like to call it being a realist.</p><p align="justify"><em>I didn't even know there was a term like that. Did you mean 'optimist'.</em></p><p align="justify">No I mean 'realist'.</p><p align="justify"><em>What does that mean?</em></p><p align="justify">Why don't you use wiki to look up for the answer?</p><p align="justify"><em>Oh so you don't know what that means?</em></p><p align="justify">Of course I know what that means but it's amazing how wiki explains it all so well.</p><p align="justify"><em>Yeah, isn't wiki amazing.</em></p><p align="justify">I use it all the time. </p><p align="justify"><em>Did you know that wiki taught me all about flossing?! Their content on dental floss is very good.</em></p><p align="justify">Ohh, can't remember the last time I flossed. I should be more regular with that.</p><p align="justify"><em>Yeah. And the same goes for your blogging.</em></p><p align="justify">You are probably right. </p><p align="justify"><em>So are you going to ask for a raise?</em></p><p align="justify">I first need to figure out if I have earned it.</p><p align="justify"><em>Maybe you can blog about it.</em></p><p align="justify">Maybe. Or maybe I can blog about pessimism, optimism, realism, flossing, or wiki or ....</p><p align="justify"><em>Go away!!!</em></p><p align="justify"></p><p align="justify"></p>Shahanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866066939077162114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233152.post-65418292677548987742008-09-08T09:56:00.005-07:002008-09-08T10:47:24.659-07:00Why I don't blog<div align="justify">I often find myself at a loss of what to blog about. So being gifted with an 'analytical mind' - at least that's what's earned me a place in my company ledger, I decided to root-cause my problem.<br /><br />Here's the problem statement, causes and next steps :<br /><br /><u>Problem statement</u> : Scribblings on Graffiti have decreased over time. The quality of matter posted is sub-standard, disorganized and some are down-right lame. This has lead to a decline in traffic volumes and a decreased intent to blog.<br />This re-vamping exercise hopes to revive reader interest by increasing blog count, frequency, using catchy phrases and shameless marketing.<br /><br /><u>Cause(s)</u> :<br />1) The author gets overwhelmed by the amount of meaningful conversations she could drive though her blog and faces the classic 'starting problem'.<br />2) The author has a very limited attention time span for anything. By the time she gets decides to write about something, she is caught up in an altogether different world, equally interesting and blog-worthy (loops back to cause # 1)<br />3) The author lacks passion for anything in particular. This lack of emotion is reflected in her blogs.<br /><br /><u>Short term fix </u>:<br />1) It is recommended that the author make <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">blogspot</span> her home page. The blatant reminder each time she opens her browser should drive her to blog something.<br /><br /><u>Long term goals</u> :<br />1) Just blog. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Any day</span>, anywhere, anytime, anything.<br />2) The author should stop making excuses for not blogging. Cause no 1 is just baloney! She lacks ideas, originality, passion and creativity and has difficulty trying to accept that.<br /><br /><u>Expected outcome</u> :<br />Project is unrealistic. Funding denied.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div>Shahanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866066939077162114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233152.post-28650010906787007522008-09-07T11:03:00.003-07:002008-09-08T11:36:36.795-07:00"Age is an issue of mind over matter "Never understood this all my life until yesterday when, I came across the complete phrase :<br />'Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.' - Mark Twain<br />Aah. Smart guy MT!<br /><br />With one down, I am curious to know what these mean :<br /><br />- 'The child is the father of(/to) the man.'<br /><br />- 'The king is dead. Long live the king.'<br /><br />?????Shahanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866066939077162114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233152.post-12590988221650162762008-08-12T00:20:00.004-07:002008-08-25T13:04:09.162-07:00Can it get any cheesier than this?Commercial on a news website :<br /><br />"NRI's, Ash look alike next door!<br />And you never knew?<br />Find love within a few miles.<br />Apply now."Shahanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866066939077162114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233152.post-16945527702015675452008-08-10T21:24:00.008-07:002008-08-10T22:12:16.350-07:002008 Olympics<div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">So, are you caught up in the Olympic fever? Symptoms include : increased laziness, increased TV watching and increased beer belly.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">On 08.08.08, a few of us got together at my place to watch the opening ceremony and WHAT a show it was! The drums, the fireworks ... SPECTACULAR! The sheer magnanimity of it gave me goosebumps. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Spent the whole weekend watching the games. And the ads. Gotta admit, US knows how to S.E.L.L. something. Can't remember the last time I followed the Olympics with such enthusiasm. Maybe it's because I am rooting for team USA this time and they are just all over the place. Maybe it's because I know they've gone there to win not just participate. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">P.S: Here's what really pissed me off. A population of billion + and "A contingent of 56 athletes will represent India, and are supported by a support-staff of 42 officials." </div><div align="justify">What the heck! 42 officials for what??? </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><em>Edited to add:</em> Just saw the medal tally. We won a gold!! <a href="http://en.beijing2008.cn/news/sports/headlines/shooting/n214528114.shtml" target="_blank">India's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bindra</span> wins gold in the Men's 10m Air Rifle</a></div><div align="justify">Wow!! I am really excited. And SO proud.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div>Shahanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866066939077162114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233152.post-18719723276328555092008-08-06T22:36:00.003-07:002008-08-10T21:03:57.206-07:00The funniest thing I've been calledA zip file.<br />What about you?Shahanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866066939077162114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233152.post-18324349686473420462008-08-06T22:15:00.003-07:002008-08-06T22:27:50.707-07:00Before and AfterIt's amazing how a workout can flush out all negative thoughts. Here's proof!<br /><br />Earlier this evening, after I missed a call from my Director my mind went :<br />1) It's my turn now. Given the company-wide cost cuttings that's taking place, she is going to fire me from this project.<br />2) I've been browsing a lot lately. Maybe she's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">going</span> to reprimand me for that.<br /><br />After a 1-hr high intensity Latin Impact class :<br />1) She must have called me to make me a full time employee because she thinks I am <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">indispensable</span>.<br />2) I might also get a 30K signing bonus.<br />3) She must want me to join her team in NY and work from there permanently.<br /><br />Unfortunately, there is no way of knowing what her call was about until tomorrow morning. \<br /><br />Till then, I'll dream <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">moolah</span> ! ;-$Shahanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866066939077162114noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233152.post-66532781070385040672008-07-25T15:19:00.007-07:002008-08-23T09:31:22.005-07:00TGIFThis has been an extremely productive day so far :<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Refreshed</span> my memory after elaborate discussions on 'Office Space'. I now know every scene, every joke, every concept it ridicules, like the back of my hand.<br /><br />Solved one medium difficulty level <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Sudoku</span> puzzle.<br /><br />Chose between going for Hancock vs going for Happy Hour.<br /><br />Followed the stock market.<br /><br />Small-talked with everyone I know on this floor.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Researched</span> the top 10 list of books that I want to read. 'The 4-hr workweek' tops my list.<br /><br />Overate at lunch.<br /><br />Blogged. Left comments on friends blogs.<br /><br />Decided that I want to do an MBA from one of the top B-schools.<br /><br />T(ed)<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">GIF.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;"></span>Shahanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866066939077162114noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233152.post-73260526240211594912008-07-25T15:09:00.004-07:002008-08-01T10:15:14.775-07:00Yays and Nays of the week aheadYay's!<br /><br />1) Going to CT for 10 days.<br />2) 3rd Wedding Anniversary coming up.<br />3) Spending the weekend in a Catskills resort.<br />4) Working out of the World Financial Center in NYC.<br />5) Train commute to work with coffee + donut + newspaper + laptop bag in in tow.<br />6) Eating tasty Aks-cooked food for as long as I'm there.<br /><br />Nays.<br />1) None.Shahanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866066939077162114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233152.post-46273406133244323682008-07-16T22:58:00.009-07:002009-05-18T03:24:11.140-07:00When small cuts bring big tears<div align="justify"></div><p align="justify"></p><div align="justify">Like a burn while trying to place the sausage on the grill and your hand touches the 375F hot roof of that damn oven.</div><p align="justify">Like the thin paper cuts, when all you wanted was to fold a piece of harmless looking paper.</p><p align="justify">Like the eeeooowww pain when you bang a limb - esp the little toe - against the edge of a wall, a door, a sink, a dining table or anything that doesn't make it's presence felt until you hit it.</p><div align="justify">Like the pinch when your skin gets caught in the tiny space between two desks or chairs.<br /></div><div align="justify">Like when you loose your balance in the bathroom and your flailing arms reach out for the ornamental cactus in front of you. That sucker.</div><div align="justify"></div><p align="justify"><br /> </p><div align="justify"></div>Shahanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866066939077162114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233152.post-15937343371840149712008-05-07T21:54:00.007-07:002008-07-24T23:55:18.368-07:00Stories of the contorted mind<div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">One time, when I was probably in my teens, a kid came up to me on the club jetty and said her mom had forbidden her from talking to me. Wow! 'I am finally the girl your parents warned you against,' I thought and immediately began to gloat. Then, out of curiosity, I asked her why was she told to stay away from me and she replied 't was because I hang around with guy friends. </div><div align="justify">How lame!!</div><div align="justify">'Hmm', I tell myself, 'so, I am being talked about ... well that's good but next time try not to find out the 'why' something was said ... sorta dulls the pleasure.'</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">--------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">So, I'm walking past the Calcutta GPO with a friend. He says , 'Wow isn't this building huge! Imagine how many lacs of mails and parcels it has at any given time.'</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">I'm awed too. And I muse, 'Wow, this building IS huge! Imagine if it catches fire.'</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">----------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div>Shahanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866066939077162114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233152.post-41109681190397613972008-05-07T21:49:00.011-07:002009-01-16T11:02:21.926-07:00My Rule Book. And it applies to you.<div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">1) When you have nothing to say, say nothing.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">2) If I really want to hear what you think, I'll ask you the third time. Until then please keep your opinions to yourself.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">3) Stop trying to tell me what kind of person you are. I'd like to find that out for myself. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">4) Learn to pick up hints. When I don't answer your question the first time, it's not because I didn't hear you.<br /><br />5) Make up your mind. It's important for me to know that you have one. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">6) Be open to new customs and no, being what-you-are is not always acceptable. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">7) Don't talk for more than 2 minutes at a stretch. My response after you've spoken that long, is usually a "Hmm". </div><div align="justify"><br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">More coming up ...</div><div align="justify"></div>Shahanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866066939077162114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233152.post-40820772242846369242008-05-07T19:36:00.011-07:002009-05-18T03:12:07.820-07:00When you can't beat 'em nor join 'em<div align="justify">Everybody buys a car for it's resale value, right?', ' We <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">desis</span> don't drink wine, right?', 'When you get married everything changes, right?'<br /></div><div align="justify">Right?</div><div align="justify"><br />Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!<br /></div><div align="justify">W.R.O.N.G.</div><div align="justify"><br />Constantly arguing, trying to fix stupidity, being forced to have an *opinion* and remaining tactful about it is so damn stressful. I wish people stopped being so curious about what I think. </div><div align="justify">Well, unless they plan to write my biography in which case I can give them more than what they want to know as long as I can get a cut of the profits.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Anyway. I wish people understood the pain it takes to develop into a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">laid back</span>, have-no-strong-feelings, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">whateverrr</span> kinda person. All this interrogation plays havoc with my equilibrium. And unfortunately, the mind cannot process being opinionated and sensitive at the same time. </div><div align="justify"><br />So if you really want to know what I think - don't ask. Just observe.<br /></div>Shahanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866066939077162114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9233152.post-45315637330049496392008-04-03T18:39:00.002-07:002008-07-13T23:18:51.512-07:00Wardrobe upgrade<div align="justify">Oh the world of well fitting clothes! Never one to care about what I wore as long there was a denim and a tee to get in and out of, I am absolutely thrilled by the compliments I've been getting at my workplace. To quote one colleague who I often meet in the hallway and don't yet know her name : "One day I'll go shopping in your wardrobe" :-) </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">How do I tell her that it took me more than five years to finally break free of my tee-kurta-jeans-tracks wear. That I had to borrow party clothes from friends and use pins and tucks to fit my petite frame.</div><div align="justify">But gone are those days now! My current wardrobe has clothes which actually are my size and well ... flatter my curves (never knew I had them in the first place!!). </div><div align="justify">Guess I'm ready for my thirties - Stylish and Sexy. Ain't that the mantra !</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div>Shahanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06866066939077162114noreply@blogger.com0