Archive for July, 2010

Hiya Peeps,

I’ll be away for a couple of days. Naah….not from work. I’ll be away from blogging. I’ve crossed my internet usage limit (Duh 🙄 !!) and need to keep myself away from coming into the management’s notice. I tell you guys, this blogging bug has bitten me real hard! If I’m not busy blogging, I use up every free minute to read up on all the other bloggers. The BF has banned me from sitting at the computer at home and now I can’t even access internet from work. Life sucks!!


Like I said above,the BF has banned me from sitting at the computer. What is a girl supposed to do then?? Well, the girl just has to buy a new laptop 😀 . So now I’m the proud owner of a brand new Dell I3 (more details here). It’s a beauty. I LOVE it!!

So, now that I have my own laptop , I can get back to blogging when the kids are asleep 😀 .

Life ain’t all that bad after all 😀


I’m this close to bursting with indignation at the news of the Burqa ban and the people supporting it. But it calls for a separate post and I’ll be doing that today (maybe by the end of the day or tonight)


How exactly does one deal with people who have the constant habit of dispensing unwanted free advise EVERY effing time?!! It’s not funny when the so called gyan guru thinks I’m an imbecile and hence needs to be guided every step of the way. Worst part?? The said person belongs to the BF’s side of the family. Aarghh!!


I had a session with the MIL on Sunday. Issue being, I was really ticked off at the BF for not keeping his stuff away (like putting his clothes back in the cupboard). I was asking the MIL why she hadn’t instilled these common practises in her kids. The poor woman was at a loss of words. Frankly because, her MIL wouldn’t let the kids do it. So either the MIL had to put away her children’s stuff, or the GMIL did it. The BF NEVER had to keep his stuff back, so he never learnt to do it.

And now he expects his wife to do the same, only difference being, the wife doesn’t take too kindly to running meagre errands when she herself is burdened with a hundred different tasks at home and work.

So the MIL , in order to placate a very annoyed DIL, says,”Ok, let’s do one thing. Lets keep a maid who will do these tasks of keeping things in place”.


“Thats NOT the point!!!”, I screamed,” thats EXACTLY what you are NOT supposed to do. You are supposed to ask him to pull up his socks and do his own work!! Better to make him learn now than never!!”.

The MIL just shook her head in pity. Her poor son chose a dragon-lady as  his wife. Fate couldn’t have dealt him a worse blow!

As for me, I spent the rest of the day fuming and ranting at anyone who dared cross my path. The BIL steered clear the whole day. The BF is still avoidings  me.


You know these blog-stat thingies in WordPress which shows a graph of the number of hits one gets ? Well, once in a while I check it out and its usually the same. 50-100 hits on a weekday and dips to 20-40 on weekends. But last week saw the stat counter hitting 450 on a single day.  This appears to be an anomaly in the regular scheme of things. Veteran WordPress users, does this appear to be a possible virus attack?

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Joke time!!

This one had me laughing out real loud 🙂


Arab student sends an e-mail to his Dad saying:

 Dear Dad,

Berlin is wonderful, people are nice and I really like it here, but Dad,   I am bit ashamed to arrive to my college with my Gold Mercedes, when  all my Teachers travel by train.

Your Son


———– ——— ——— ——— ——— —-

Sometime later Nasser gets reply to his e-mail from his Dad:

Loving son,

Twenty Million Dollars transferred to your account, please stop  embarrassing us, go and get yourself a train too.


Your Dad


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Dear Twins,

A very Good Morning to you both.

Now, you may notice that I’m emphasizing the “Good” part. I know that you haven’t furrowed your brows over the slight change in tone of that ‘Good’. Nevertheless, I really must update you on the reason I’m ticked off today.

You, SS, are off to sleep by 10 pm every night and then get up every morning with the first call of the rooster.

You, RS, take your own sweet time to welcome the night fairy and it is usually 12 before you allow your mother to hit the sack. But then, you wake up late, not before 8AM on any given day.

Between the two of you, I get a time span of 6-6.5 hours of sleep. Between which, again, you both insist on getting up at least 2 times.


Aren’t you two old enough to sleep through the night ?

Aren’t I feeding you enough dinner to keep your bellies full?

Aren’t I further fueling you up when I give you your last bottle of milk for the night?

Then why exactly do you, RS, kick your mamma in the face and cry blue murder ??

Why do you, SS, howl like a banshee and make sure the entire households gets up wondering what the evil-mamma is up to now?!!

Do I have to remind you guys that you are my offsprings. C’mon guys, I deserve a little loyalty here!! I’ve stayed up nights not only since you were born, but even much before that. My huge belly didn’t allow me comfort in any way (stuffing pillows in every crevice of the body doesn’t really help you know!).

I’ve tried every trick in the book to make sure you get your 8 hours of straight ZZZZZZ’s. Oh , ok, so I was actually trying to make sure I got my 8 hours of snooze time. So, sue me!! I’m just human ,aren’t I?? I feel sleepy. I need sleep. You get your afternoon naps, don’t you?  What about me then??

Cut me some slack, will you…..its just a matter of time before the boss at work finds me dribbling over my keyboard, oblivious to the world. I’m this close to dropping off the cliff of senility.

I’m edgy, grumpy, sore and foul-mouthed. At my worst, even your father avoids crossing my path. I’ve become unsociable, hostile and wonky. I start statements which I don’t intend completing. I say something which has no prior premise. I walk off in the midst of a conversation, I jump into one when I’m not invited. I end up buying the same stuff three days in a row. And I forget to buy stuff for which I have at least three reminders set on my phone. I’m late for work, I’m late getting back home. Everything hurts, including the split ends of my hair. I need a break. And I need it HOW!!

Remember guys, at the end of the day, I’m still your mamma. I’ll still stay up as long as you need. I’ll still be there when you get up in the nights. I’ll be there to change your loaded diapers and to feed you. See ? I’m being magnanimous, aren’t I ?? Now how about inheriting some of this magnanimity? Prove that blood is thicker than water and that Gregor Mendel knew what he was talking about 😀

Snooze well Sweethearts. God knows we you need it :D.

Your Ranting-Coz-Of-Sleep-Deprivation


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To Rub It In!!!

I’m having a perfectly rotten day today.

The kids were driving me up the wall with their constant wailing. As usual, the woman in me was torn between being a mother and a professional. None won 😦

The woman didn’t know whether to stay at home and look after the brats or report to work where she had to submit some urgent critical tasks.

To top it, she got delayed because like a DUMB oaf, she thought of making dosas for breakfast. Now she usually doesn’t spend too much time preparing breakfast. In most cases, it’s the easy upma or maggi for the BF and the BIL  (the GMIL preferring her tea and toast). She  usually doesn’t do breakfast items like dosas, uttapas or parathas, where it requires time to make at least 2 per head. But like a buffoon, she picked a packet of  ready to use dosa batter. And was stuck in the kitchen for the better part of an hour making it for everyone at home. Needless to say, she got late. VERY late.

And then, she realized that she’s suffering a dull ache all over . Must be the warning signs of an incoming flu. She hasn’t got a fever yet. Just feeling lethargic and wanting to curl up and get some shut-eye. But whom is she kidding. Gotta wrap up much work here first!

And then, just when she’s  feeling her lowest, she reads a news article like this!


Kill me people!

Just don’t torture me with such information which is akin to rubbing salt on my wounds.

Arrghh…I’m miserable today. Definitely not a good person to be around with.

Avoid me for the day 😐 !!

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Give me some Time out …..

…..because , it’s that time of the project cycle again!

Neck deep in work.

Got late at home since I had an extra dish to prepare. Chilly chicken for the MIL’s teacher’s gang.

Got further delayed because I got caught in one of the worst traffic snarls ever. 

Got late for a training by 30 mins, was saved because the trainer was caught in the same snarl as me.

Started work and I realized today was the last day to submit the task.


Gotta get back to work now.

Will do a post at the end of the day, IF I’m able to wrap up everything by then.


As you know, I NEVER run out of topics to talk about 😀

I just run out of time 😦


Here’s something to keep you company in the meanwhile :-

A little girl asked her father: ‘How did the human race appear?’
The father answered, ‘God made Adam and Eve; they had children; and so was all mankind made.’

Two days later the girl asked her mother the same question. The mother answered, ‘Many years ago there were monkeys from which the human race evolved.’

The confused girl returned to her father and said, ‘Dad, how is it possible that you told me the human race was created by God, and Mum said they developed from monkeys.’

The father answered, ‘Well, Dear, it is very simple. I told you about my side of the family, and your mother told you about hers.’


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Circa 1996


The girl stood in line with her 11th standard biology practical notebook in her hand. It was one of those loose leaf ones where you attach one lined paper and another blank paper to the file as you progress with your practical. Rather a waste of page, she thought!!

But then, hadn’t  the “Vriksh-Mitra” people , who had visited their school the previous week, insisted on saving paper? They had painted such a gory picture about the future in the absence of trees, that it struck her conciousness deep within. No more wastage, she wove. And did her small bit for the environment. Even the practical notebook she held in her hand, was testimony to her contribution. She had wedged a blank sheet (blank on both the sides) between two lined sheets. And where the lined sheets had text, the blank paper had her drawings on both the sides.

When her turn came, she extended her notebook to the teacher, who took a quick look at the first practical and said grimly,”Do it again” .

 “But why ma’am”?, she dared to enquire.

“Because I say so!! And because you should have used two different blank papers for the practicals”.

“But Ma’am….”

But the teacher wasn’t listening. She had already crossed out the first drawing with her red pen. And before the girl could react, the teacher,with another flick of her wrist, slashed the other practical too. The girl was too stunned to react. The teacher looked at her sternly and told her that she had just one day to finish the practical and submit it again. Else the entire term’s practicals would be slashed out.

The girl meekly took her notebook and walked back to her seat, unable to decipher the reason behind the teacher’s destruction. She was totally shocked at the fact that not only had the teacher wasted her precious pages , she had also slashed out the drawings which the girl had taken hour’s of trouble drawing.

Without much ado, as soon as the practicals were over, the girl marched over to the staff room and asked for her class teacher. She told the class teacher that she wanted to opt for the computer science subject instead of biology. It was the last day of finalizing the subjects for the boards and the class teacher asked the girl if she was sure about her decision. The girl said yes. She knew she couldn’t take two years of the biology teacher’s rude behavior. This wasn’t the first time the teacher had behaved rudely in a short period of two weeks. but the girl never had to face the teacher’s ire, until now.

Post recess, the students trooped back to the classroom , where the biology teacher came in with their test results. She carried the bunch of notebooks in her hand and by her appearance, it was quite clear that her mood was blacker than it was that morning. The class waited with baited breath for the results , which they knew, weren’t any good. The teacher pulled the first notebook from the pile and asked out loud, “Whose is it?”.

Sheeesh, thought the girl. This must be my worst day ever!!

She got up quietly and walked up to the teacher’s desk. The teacher practically flung the notebook at her. The girl walked back meekly to her desk, but not before she heard these words, “She has the highest score in this test”.


Come again??

Did she just say that I was the highest scrorer??

Well, apparently, the teacher was no more pleased with this piece of news as was apparent from her face. But the girl was delirious with giddy delight. She had beat the second highest student by 10 marks and well, that gave her quite a head-start in the overall scores.

But wait. There was no point in shouting from the rooftops yet. The girl had an agonizing wait till the end of the day when she finally got a chance to rush up to the staff room and ask for her class teacher. The girl asked if the final list of students opting for the Computer Science course had been dispatched to Delhi yet.

“Yes”, said the class teacher,” The courier was sent during lunch break”.

Shock and dismay were written large on the girl’s face. She wasn’t sure what to do next. She knew she loved biology as a subject. She knew that she hadn’t even put in an iota of effort preparing for the test. Her knowledge stemmed from years of absorbing the encyclopedias her father bought her. Drawing the RNA and DNA structures were child’s play. Then why had she opted out? To save herself from the biology teacher? And how would it have helped her anyway?!!

Too confused, the girl went home and narrated the incident to her parents. Her parents didn’t think that her decision was unwise. Like her father pointed out, computer science was an upcoming field and ti was time to get into something new. Accept the new challenge as it comes your way, was what he said. And so she let go of any guilt and tried to immerse herself into the new subject.




Somewhere, deep within her, lingered a shred of regret. Of knowing that though she likes what she does, it comes nowhere close to enjoying what she does. Her job is what she does to bring in the bread and butter, but yet, there is a hollowness. She knows she would have done exceedingly good in the field of medicine. She kept herself up to date on all the latest discoveries in the field of medicine. She gobbled news excerpts on different kinds of treatments like they were snacks. Over the years, she found friends and colleagues consulting her for minor ailments. Not because she was prescribing them medicines, but usually, she could diagnose the problem efficiently and then direct them to the right doctor/hospital/clinic. And each time someone confides in her, she realizes how satisfying it is to help people . And then rue the fact that she is stuck in a job where helping out people comes second. You got to help the systems first!!


This is my story.

About taking a decision in the heat of the moment and living to regret it every minute of my life. I did try my best to swap the subjects in 12th standard, but it wasn’t meant to be. I wasn’t allowed.  And I could curse and kick myself over it till the cows went home. I do feel like venting angst against callous teachers who don’t know any better how their words/actions could bear consequences on their students. But its too late now. I have only myself to blame. I gave up a subject I LOVED because I couldn’t tolerate the high-handed teacher! If only I had the patience and perseverance to ignore her manner and continue with my studies, I would now be doing something that I forever wish I was doing!! Help people.

I made a rash decision and I’ll have to live with it.

It’s not easy , though 😦

So tell me folks, have you made any such rash decisions in your life which you regret to this date? How do you overcome this shroud of depression? How do you swap out of it into reality and learn to accept (and respect) it?

If any of you have already written any posts on similar lines, do send me the URL (you may send in your experience as a comment too 🙂 ).

I would like to read and know that I’m not the only one suffering from such bouts of depression.

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The Prophecy!!

Got this in the mail this evening 😀 !!


A father put his three year old daughter to bed, told her a story and listened to her prayers which she ended by saying:
“God bless Mommy,
God bless Daddy,
God bless Grandma
and good-bye Grandpa.”
The father asked, “Why did you say good-bye grandpa?”
The little girl said, “I don’t know daddy, it just seemed like the thing to do.”
The next day grandpa died. The father thought it was a strange coincidence.

A few months later the father put the girl to bed and listened to her prayers which went like this:
“God bless Mommy,
God Bless Daddy
and good-bye Grandma.”
The next day the grandmother died. Oh my gosh, thought the father, this kid is in contact with the other side.

Several weeks later when the girl was going to bed the dad heard her say:
“God bless Mommy
and good-bye Daddy.”
He practically went into shock. He couldn’t sleep all night and got up at the crack of dawn to go to his office. He was nervous as a cat all day, had lunch sent in and watched the clock. He figured if he could get by until midnight he would be okay.

He felt safe in the office, so instead of going home at the end of the day he stayed there, drinking coffee, looking at his watch and jumping at every sound.
Finally midnight arrived, he breathed a sigh of relief and went home.
When he got home his wife said “I’ve never seen you work so late, what’s the matter?”

He said “I don’t want to talk about it, I’ve just spent the worst day of my life.”

She said “You think you had a bad day, you’ll never believe what happened to me.

This morning the milkman dropped dead on our porch!!”

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