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Parody[12]: Bug-Free!! ;)

Well…am back with a parody after a long time, 10 months to be exact. :D
As you would know, all I do is code bugs in my project…but then I prefer to keep my parodies bug-free!!  ;)

This is the parody of one of my favourite songs “Lemon Tree” by Fool’s Garden!!!  You can listen to the actual song in the Music box on the side bar! :)  

This one is called “Bug-Free”!!  :D

Note: All those who know this song, should let me know if it fits the tune…I think it does, but don’t believe me!  :D

Here we go:

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I’m sitting here in the conference room…
It’s just another call with the onsite toon…
I’m wasting my time
I got coding to do
I’m yawning aloud
I wanna get away from you
But none of this happens and I wonder

I’m scribbling around in my pad
I’m scribbling too fast
I’m scribbling too hard
I’d like to change my point of view
I feel so insanely
I wanna get away from you
But none of this happens and I wonder

I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you didn’t tell me ’bout the cranky onsite guy
And all that I can see is just my code, bug-free
I’m shaking my head left and right
I’m shaking shaking shaking shaking shaking alright
And all that I can see is just my code, bug-free

I’m sitting here
I hear your voice
I’d like to go out coz you’re just noise
And there’s a heavy cloud inside my head
I feel so tired
I want the line to go dead
Well, none of this happens and I wonder

No-solution, is not good for me
Isolation, I don’t want to sit, set me free

I’m messin’ around in this very big hall…
But any how I’ll get another call
And this thing will happen and I wonder

I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you didn’t tell me ’bout the cranky onsite guy
And all that I can see is just my code, bug-free
I’m shaking my head left and right
I’m shaking shaking shaking shaking shaking alright
And all that I can see is just my code, bug-free

I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you didn’t tell me ’bout the cranky onsite guy
And all that I can see, and all that I can see, and all that I can see
Is just my code, all bug-free

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Howwaazzat??? ;)

You can read my previous parodies over HERE!! :D

The Conflict Inside!!

Who are you? What are you? Are you someone who writes prose? Stories, facts-n-fantasy, rants, et al. Or are you someone who pens down thoughts and calls them poetry? She, we, me, pink, et al. An inner voice, asks me these…

Do you know what you are? What you want to be? What you want to write? Do you have a motive? A direction? Why do you write?
Not sure of what I actually was, I kept quiet…
But I feel that I cannot be both…and this stand, seems somewhat so sensible to me…am I that sensible? :roll:

Then came that virtual moment when the prose in me met up with the poet in me…and this is what I overheard as they began to interact:

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Hey there…you seem familiar…you know me buddy?

Oh yeah, I do know you dude…
You are the one who’s mostly misunderstood…

Err…oh…well…how do you know me? and you talk in rhyme…to show off that you are a poet?

We are the same…you are me…as much as I am you…
You do prose, while I’m a poet with a rhyming flu…

Oh…so this guy has a split personality or something, with we being the two halves?

He’s confused as a confusion can be, so he’s split…
Ever wondered why his blog name has “Mind” in it?

Well…nah…never did he make me write about why there’s “Mind” in his blog name…so why?

Maybe cos that’s one thing that’s lacking up there, in that dumb wit…
I wonder why he gives a picture, and makes you scribble bakwaas on it??

Oh…yeah…I’m tired of him making me do that man…he does that too often…he took permission to pluck mangoes from a tree and made me scribble instead that he stole it…he was trying to be a hero eh? He didn’t even spare his cousin…asked him to pose with a plough and ordered me to make him a Rakhi Sawant scapegoat…wonder where he gets those sick ideas from…I feel so used man…pheesh… :twisted:

Oh yes…you like it or not, a hero he often tries to be…
With an image he’s built up using me, like he’s in search of his “She”…

God…you mean he makes you paint a romantic picture of him, through your poetry? What all he does to make up an image dude??!!…sigh!!!

Worst is the fact that he still fails, inspite all the hype..
But then he bounces back nevertheless…he’s that carefree type…

Hmm…so you mean, you can love him only as much as you can hate him eh? What a mess…tragedy!! So what’s he upto with you now?

I really dunno what’s in that hollow mind of his…
He makes me type numerous verses, which he later himself deletes…

So what do we do inside of him? Just do as he says or act a little funny?

Now you are talking…what’s on your side of the mind?
But let me be straight…we’re not attacking from behind….

Ah…dont you worry…what if I don’t listen to him and not write about the photos he picks? And you, not write anything about “she”, whoever it maybe?

That’s a nice idea, we shall stick to writing just fact…
But how do you think his readers will react?

Why do you care, it’s he who will face their queries…let’s just not obey his stupid ideas…he’s nothing without the either of us…

I feel sorry for him anyways, oh poor he…
But then without us, lets see what he can be…

PS: I really dunno what made me write this!! :roll:

ALL_over_YOU

All over you

Bleeds her heart
Bleeds she over all
All coz of me
All coz of the pain
Pain given by me
Pain given by the one she loved
Loved unconditionally
Loved so very deep
Deep from within
Deep very much indeed
Indeed she’s the one
Indeed I was on the run
Run I did behind her
Run I did for her love
Love did heal
Love is what we felt
Felt it deep within
Felt it to finally get
Get over the pain
Get right back into the game
Game we so loved to play
Game that we love to give away
Away from her ah such a pain
Away from her I cannot be again
Again I whispered I love you
Again I made my move
Move not so innovative
Move not away she dared
Dared of the future to come
Dared of our life together
Together we were we shall be
Together are we she and me
Me certainly not a memory
Me not a flirt
Flirt and me poles apart
Flirt I just do not
Not all know your silent wink
Not all can see you rapidly blink
Blink the eyes we all do
Blink it not as you so well
Well you loved me as I am
Well you made me what I am
Am feeling so lucky
Am feeling like the chosen one
One love
One you
You are my heart
You are my soul
Soul…
Heart….

P.S: This is Blitz form of poetry of total 50 lines, wherein the first phrase can be anything. The next line starts with the same word as the first line. 3rd and 4th lines start with the ending word of line 2. Lines 5 and 6 start with ending word of line 4 and so on…The 49th line has only the last word of 48th line and the 50th line is only the last word of the 47th line…

Title is formed by taking the First word of 3rd line + preposition + First word of 47th line..

Pink_for_October More on this @ http://pinkforoctober.org/

This is my first award on this blog…feels great…thanks Raji for the award!! I don’t know what impressed that soul who is a princess of the north east about the contents of my blog….which according to me is pure nonsense and useless. She must have thought, “Ah! single crazy guy…iske khote naseeb ke liye atleast award de deti hoon”!! ;) Anyways, whatever reason it may be…she gave and I WILL take it…no one gives these days, for that matter! :P
Waise princess, apologies for the delayed acceptance post (yes this one! :P ) :D

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And guys, there are certain rules to be followed before we can accept the award! :)

The rules are:
“When accepting this auspicious award, you must write a post bragging about it, including the name of the misguided soul who thinks you deserve such acclaim, and link back to the said person so everyone knows she/he is real. Choose a minimum of seven (7) blogs that you find brilliant in content or design. Or improvise by including bloggers who have no idea who you are because you don’t have seven friends. Show the seven random victims’ names and links and leave a harassing comment informing them that they were prized with Honest Weblog. Well, there’s no prize, but they can keep the nifty icon. List at least ten (10) honest things about yourself. Then pass it on!”

Well honestly speaking its tough to puy 10 honest things about me…but then let me try:

1. I like to talk, but not over the phone…I love the animated expression on the face, that we get to see when we talk in person. On the phone, after a while (say 30 mins) I tend to ask “what else?” which I hate to ask! :P The hidden advantage is that its free to talk in person! :P
2. I am a chatter box…so much that friends in college used to call me BBC. There used to be (still is :P ) a saying among my friend circle then which goes like “Want to spread the news? let Sree know!” :mrgreen:
3. I love colors…unlike most guys who dread Pink, I LOVE IT…when you can love women, why not pink…after all pink symbolizes women (as per me atleast)!! :D
4. I rarely get angry, but if I do the recipient is dead meat! :twisted:
5. I love to write…about anything…prose, poetry…sense n nonsense…writing comes naturally I guess. Looking back, I had been editor of my school and college dept magazines…I loved those days being in charge of it all…post college, its been blogging!! :)
6. I love kids…be it my nieces or any kid for that matter. I simply envy the innocence they possess! :)
7. I love shopping…so much that given a choice, my dad prefers to accompany my mom/sis on their shopping spree than with me! :mrgreen:
8. I like to travel…mode no bar…places no bar…Next on card, is a North India tour this December…all by train! :)
9. Food…I can eat anything edible. Veg, Non-veg…Mom doesn’t have to think twice before preparing something for me…even if she doesn’t prepare, it just doesn’t matter cos I love to cook!! ;) And I mostly experiment in the name of cooking! Any takers?! :P
10. Friends…love to have them around…some stay for long, some quickly move on…but then they do leave a mark on my kora kagaz of a zindagi…and ya, I make friends quickly too…maybe the reason why am ok with the ones who move on…hmmm… :)

Yay! Done with the torture….its now time to pass on this honesty award and make them write their dastaan… ;)

Here I go:
1) ISD, the lady who sells dreams…my first blog friend in the external world…she hates flirts, loves SRK…damn, am such a perfect match! ;)
2) AKB, my ex-colleague and blog friend on the internal corporate blog…she writes just about anything…love the versatility!!
3) Nayna, the angel from UK…for the homely feel at her blog…and her poems too…
4) Preeti, the crazy damsel who writes bindaas about every THING! :P She’s now stuck in Bhilai…Can I say, my prayers were answered? :P
5) Thousif, the dude for being my constant source of encouragement…n damn he writes so well… :D
6) Amrita, for her style of writing…the hindi usage in her posts can bring any “flying angel” right on the ground…I salute the sarcasm! ;)
7) Brig, for being dormant most of the time..known for his macho comeback posts…let me make this award shawaard post his honest attempt at a comeback! :P

Diwali: Lights galore…

Diwali, to me is a festival of lights…some of the sparkles that I captured over this weekend…

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skies

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“Pink” for a good cause:

October 1st marks the beginning of Breast Cancer Awareness month and “The Pink for October” campaign is about the blog /website owners showing their support for breast cancer awareness by showcasing Pink banners/badges/Themes etc. More here- http://pinkforoctober.org/

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PS: I dunno why, but am not able to write…so bear with me as I try my level best to update this space…I shall be back! :)
PSS: Raji, I will do your tag soon! Thanks for the award!! :)

Last noon as I was sincerely working in office, I decided to pull Raji’s leg and requested her to do a shape poetry…the shape being that of a woman…my specifications were 32-30-32 (well ya almost rectangular :P )!! But then as it usually happens with gals and me, Raji along with Tiger (she’s another item…I am so dead for this! :P ) challenged me to do a shape poetry by friday! huh!!!

Friday was too far away to wait…and I decided to do it right away (will surprise them in the morning! ;) )!! :D

Here’s my first shape poetry, in the shape I love the best…The shape of a woman!! (Imagine her to have tied her hair back tight! :P ) ;)

Enjoy! :D

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High Heeled Aunty Stella! ;)

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She walks down the stairs making too much noise…
Talks to all on the way with a loud voice!
Flirts with every old and young fella…
She’s none other than our high-heeled Aunt Stella! ;)

Not so long long ago, Stella had sat on the wall…
Uncle Mathew did have a great fall, if not for all!
A man so handsome then and tall…
He was unaware of the things that were to befall!

She was short and beautiful, well known for her high heels…
He got to look directly into her eyes, as he went down on his knees!
With a sparkling diamond ring in a tiny box, he did propose…
“Yes I do” she said and hugged him tight, as he arose!

Times changed and things slowly did fall in place…
Aunt Stella and Uncle Mathew they became, as age showed up on their face!
If Uncle Mathew looked around to get refreshed, she’d take his case…
Cos she believed that she was still a strong contender in the race! :roll:

Yet, Aunt Stella walks down the stairs making all that noise…
While Uncle Mathew sits retired at home, having no choice!
She hates it when any young fella refers to her as an “Aunt”…
Fast walk, loud talk and high heels is all that she’s got to flaunt! :D

It’s been a long time since I have been off the external blogging circuit…the reasons are many, but then those reason seem so unreasonable for why I havent been around…I hate dormancy, but then probably a lot of factors got together and hatched a plan to unsettle me!

It all began with a health scare…lasting 2 days…followed by two weeks long of travelling along the Chennai-Bangalore-Mysore-Hyderabad-Chennai route…finally ending on the dentist’s chair diagonized with multiple root canals! Sigh…that was just the beginning…With the canals still being under construction within the interiors of my loud speaker, my honorable owner dude landed asking us to vacate the flat unless we cough up INR 3K ($60) more per month…it seems he heard from someone that its the “beginning of the end of recession”, so he decided to kill us with his nonsensical demand. Who’s he to screw up an already screwed up life? whatever…phak him! :twisted:

Sacred Learnings of the week: The actual meaning of FYA!! :(
Usage: In corporate emails, superiors forward a received mail with a FYA…
I knew it stood for “For Your Action”! – this normally happens to be a “you are gonna get screwed by this” mailer!
Recently, got to know from a manager that it also stood for “F**k Your A$$”…which literally is the same! :D

Anyways…enuf talks of sickness and sick abbreviations. Let me show you a few pics that I clicked in Hyderabad! :)
But before that, I sincerely apologize to the bloggers whom I followed for my conspicous absence on their blogs…I’m gonna visit you all soon, and as regularly as before! :)
Chalo photo voto dekhte hey..

 Golconda fort

Golconda fort

Same fort, from the top of it:

Golconda top view

The famed monument, Charminar:

Charminar Seedha view

Charminar, upfront and close:

Charminar side view

A few pics shot at Ramoji film City:

The huge painting on canvas: Lights, Camera, Action!

Lights, Camera, Action

The local hollywood! ;)

Local Hollywood

The animal shaped shrubs garden:

Animal shaped garden

Balcony show: Marilyn Monroe

Marlyn Monroe

Me ogling at Marilyn, made this dude sad…It took a while for me to convince him: Charlie Chaplin

Charlie-n-Guddu

And then the eternal bachelor called the single me to show something in that right side corner:

Bachelors

I quicky ran to get a photo clicked with her!! She did something that I badly needed (no, not “screwing” this time :P )…a spanner to fix the screw! she called them “leaks”…eeeks! ;)

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- Search is on for a new place…a paying guest room, with girls next door…wishes, prayers (and gifts for my-to-be-neighbors) welcome! :P :mrgreen:

Have a nice last week of August (it was disgust for me ;) )!! :P

Down the memory lane…

Love on the roads

Not at first sight, but it happened over a while…
But I did fall for her, in no particular style! :)
I thought it would all go right and strong…
Damn…it did go no-where, but all just wrong! :(

I didn’t know if she was my long-lasting fate…
I wasn’t sure if her name, was etched or just scribbed on my slate! :(
I think I did it all wrong, by making her wait…
I guess I understood all of this, quite very late! :roll:

I didn’t understand the pain, and there was no shame…
There was nothing to gain, I was after-all new to this game! ;)
I said to myself, “There will be another chance”…
But “only if I’m able to forget, the first failure at romance”! :(

With my first-n-only love long gone…
I really don’t know, if I have moved on! :roll:
As I walk down the memory lane…
I fall in love with her, all over again! :D

Tears

I looked at him lovingly as I had alwaya done, ever since I had met him. Sitting on a sofa at the corner of his drawing room at this hour of the night, he looked as if he was lonely and lost into some thoughts. I remembered the day I had met him, our first time. I was introduced to him about 2 years ago by my best friend Anu and though our meeting was totally accidental, it did turn out to be absolutely magical.

I had then, just completed my 3rd year in Engineering and was looking forward to the placement season which was about to begin in my college. Anu was very much excited about this as she had managed to convince her parents about her decision to work for about 2 years before they could finally plan to get her settled.

“Hey Sonu, it was indeed a struggle to convince the elderly brats at my place”, exclaimed Anu jumping around.
“Oucch”, I cried out loudly as she jumped on my left foot!
“Ooops sorry, am excited”, she said as she apologized.
“Hey that’s nice, now you’ll be able to concentrate well for the company thats visiting 3 days later”, I kind of reminded her of how little time we had to prepare for the MNC that was coming down on Monday.
“Yup…Let’s meet up at your place tomorrow morning and hit it!” she said with the same excitement.
“Done sweetie pie. So see ya tomorrow morning then. I got to go shopping with mom. Bye!” I said as I started my Activa.
“Cya Sonu”, shouted Anu as she jumped once again! Gosh!
“You are late, Sonali. I was expecting you an hour ago”, my mom began with her usual ranting.
“Yeah, well it’s shopping time now! Let’s go to the Janta Mall first; I heard a discount sale’s going on there!” I reminded her, in the process diverting her mind off my being late. The word shopping did the trick for my mom and I must confess it does for me too! ;)

The next day I was woken up by a tornado, ya you guessed it right. Anu was jumping on my bed yelling at me to get up! I looked at my wrist-watch and goodness me; it was just 7:40am.
“Gimme 10 more mins, I’ll be up by then”, I mumbled.
“Get up you lazy chick; we got just 2 days to prepare for the written test”.
“Go have breakfast, I’ll be up and ready by then”, I tried to drive her out of my room. But the bug was still on my bed determined to get me out of the cozy blankets. It did seem like her next step would be to kick me down the bed, so before that would happen I decided to get up and ready!
We began our preparations and Anu came up with this idea of going to a pub to celebrate in case we both did get the MNC offer on Monday! I had never been to a pub, and so agreed hesitantly.

On Monday, we smoothly cleared the written test only to face the first interview of our lives. Anu being a smooth talker came out of the interview room with a big grin on her face. But I was still tensed as my turn was yet to come. Since we were called in alphabetically, I was one among the last few to attend the interview. But, there was an advantage in that. By the time my turn came, I guess the interviewers were tired themselves. I was asked very few technical and exactly four HR questions before they shook my hands and asked me to wait for the results!
When the results were out, we were both selected and it was now celebration time. But the idea of going to the pub had not completely sunk-in in my case. After the initial celebrations, Anu and I decided to go to the pub the next noon, so that we could get time to recuperate before getting back to our respective homes late in the evening!

The next day, me and Anu accompanied by another friend Ruchi went to ‘Heaven-o-Haven’ which was a decent pub far away from all our houses. We found a table right at the corner and settled down after ordering our first round of spirits! We got busy chatting and also giggling at the costume that the DJ had worn and at the kind of heart-breaking and loud music he was playing! And then we heard someone call out Anu.
“Hey Anu”, we heard that male voice again.
I turned back to look who that was, and all I could see was a lifted hand that was coming towards us. When the person came into picture, I was left speechless. Here was a man, tall and handsome coming straight towards us. It was definitely love at first sight for me.
“Hey Shirish, what a surprise?” Anu jumped again as she hugged him.
I was still staring at him, not realizing that he was now conscious of the fact that I was staring at him. Also, for the first time in my life I was jealous of Anu!
“Is your lovely friend alright?” he asked Anu.
“Hey ya, come let me introduce you guys”, saying this Anu offered him a stool in between me and her.
“Guys, this is Shirish my cousin! And Shirish, this is Sonali and she is Ruchi”, was how Anu did a one shot introduction, thankfully not jumping around this time.
‘Gosh! Cousin eh?’ I thought, as that brought a smile on my face and I shook hands with Shirish muttering a simple “Hi, Shirish”.
I was totally smitten by his looks and most importantly by the way he projected himself to be. I was surely in love with this man. We had a lovely time that day in the company of Shirish and our celebration turned out to be one memorable event!

The next day when I met Anu, I hesitantly asked her if she could give me Shirish’s cell number.
“Sure, here you go. 988*******. Don’t tell me that you have a crush on my adorable cousin”, she giggled.
“Am sure, its not crush”, I mumbled as I carefully stored the number on my cell.
“Well, well Cutie-pie, something is cooking here…Shirish took your number from me last night itself. Anything you gotta tell me?” she was at her teasing best!
“Is it? Did he ask you for my number? And did you give it to him?” I enquired.
“Oh, I shouldn’t have given is it?” she mockingly enquired.
“I didn’t mean that, but did you really give it to him?” I once again asked to confirm, somewhat excitedly.
“Yes dear, I did give it to him. You two have fallen for each other, haven’t you? I’ve no doubt about that”, she said as she started ticking me.
“Hey nothing like that”, is all I could say to deny as I ran for cover.

A few days later, I did get a message from Shirish and I was excited as much as I was surprised. His first message to me read, “Hey Sonali, Shirish here. Got your number from Anu. So how are you? Hope you don’t mind me messaging you”. And then began our series of messages which made us come close to each other. I knew I had fallen for him, and I also knew through Anu that he was always talking and asking about me to her. In short, we both had fallen for each-other. It didn’t take much time for us to graduate from messages to calls and then to personal meetings. Shirish was 4 years my senior and well placed in an MNC and thanks to Anu and her family, my parents had no problems in accepting him as their future son-in-law. Things were all in place for us, and it was just a matter of time.

I was now waiting for my final year results as well as for my joining date when Shirish had to go to the US for an onsite assignment on a year long basis. He said he didn’t feel like leaving me and going for that long a time, but I did convince him to grab the opportunity he had got. He reluctantly agreed and it left both of us with a heavy heart! Our parents decided to get us engaged before he left the next weekend. We got busy with preparations and shopping that we didn’t realize how fast the time flew by. Our engagement was a simple but joyous occasion with a gathering of friends and close relatives.
The next day he was supposed to leave. Shirish, Anu and I went to the same pub just to have a memorable farewell. And we did enjoy amidst this hard to express gloomy feeling!

Finally the day dawned, and as I helped him in packing we looked at each other. There was so much to say, but not a word was uttered. I wanted to be with him and he too seemed not so interested in leaving me behind. I then went to drop him at the airport 2 hours before he could board his late night flight. We sat at the airport quietly holding our hands, praying that one year would fly by in the shortest time possible! My eyes were fully moist, but he being not the one who cried somehow managed to hold on to his emotions as we bid farewell to him!
We did keep in regular touch through daily mails and once in a week calls till I joined my company 6 months later. It was then easy for us to keep in touch through both mails as well as daily calls.
He got busy with his work and I was busy with my training schedule, yet we managed to find time for each other. My four month long training came to an end and I was then allocated to a project. Again a two-month on-the-job training was scheduled. I waited for this training to end, as that would not only complete my training but also mark a year of Shirish’s voyage. He would be back 66 days from now. I was counting days, and was waiting for the time when I could start counting seconds.

Ten days before Shirish was supposed to come back, my team members planned a weekend tour to a nearby coastal location. We all, totally 8 of us left for the tour and enjoyed every bit of the moments that came our way! When we were on our way back, it was raining heavily and the driver of the Qualis in which we were traveling was not able to control the vehicle properly. We asked him to stop at the roadside and wait till the rain subsided. But he insisted that he could manage and started driving at a slower speed. We had not gone long, when we met with an accident with a truck that was coming in the opposite direction. We all yelled at the top of our voices as the truck driver who had lost control totally, crushed into us. That is the last memory I have of being in aware of myself.

I do not remember anything that has happened after that. I am now feeling much better as if nothing had happened to me at all. But the way Shirish is sitting on the sofa of his drawing room and sobbing past midnight, makes me feel guilty of the fact that I’ve made him cry. Not only that, he’s making me realize the fact that I have died. I’ve not see this before, but that day he had cried.

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PS: I wrote this way back in 2007…re-posting it from an old dormant blog…hope you guys liked, the narration from a gal’s point of view. Let me know! :)

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