One should be fortunate enough to be working in a project team where the team members are like minded. If not like minded, atleast they should be adjusting. If not both, they should atleast NOT be stupidly irritating…else, they stand a good chance of being made fun of!!
When people ask me:
1) How can someone even manage with you being in their team? You don’t work, you don’t let others work, you distract people by taking them on periodic coffee breaks and when no one’s around, you ping people on the communicator irrespective of their (usually false) status’s…How can someone even complete their work man?
2) You involve yourself a lot in non-project related activities…Pitstop, Outreach, Blogs, OCS, etc…what project related work do you do?
and so on…all I do is, smile.
Smart work cannot be projected, nor can it be put in mere words.
But then there are (terrific) chances that smart work cannot be recognized too…my appraisal ratings talk about that!!

Anyways, don’t run away….this is not an advice kind of a post!! I was just giving some build-up trailer to some bakwaas conversation I had with one of my friend.
Last weekend over gtalk, I happened to ask her “You never tell me about the characters in your project…are they so good that you don’t have anything to talk about them? No one to make fun of eh?”

Note: At this point, I’m sure a few will keep it in mind to ask me “How come all your friends are gals, Sree?” in the comment section. And in my usual style I would give them all, a smile!!

I think she was waiting for someone to ask her that question. I had a good laugh over the next 30 mins, as she narrated how she worked in the best team possible…sarcasm can jump in the well, if you didn’t get that one!!

Here goes our chat:

Disclaimer: I’ve edited some part of the chat!! Why? Well…since you guys are already aware that I don’t flirt, I need not showcase those pointers in our conversation.

Me: “You never tell me about the characters in your project…are they so good that you don’t have anything to talk about them? No one to make fun of eh?”
She: “Aha…you never asked me…well…you wanna hear? might take sometime…”

Me: “Hmm…I’m a very busy chap…but OK, I’ll make some time for ya…Start! “
She: “Don’t bull me ok? Anyways…my team consists of 5 cartoon characters “

Me: “Does it include you too? “
She: “Don’t poke your nose, if you want me to tell you what happened two days ago!”

Me: “Ok ok ok…continue re baba!”
She: “As I said, my team consists of 5 cartoon characters.
1 – my TL (let’s name her Sonia Gandhi…for better understanding )
2 – my team mate (Manmohan Singh)
3 – my humble self
4 – another team mate, a gal who thinks she has won the Miss Universe pagaent
and 5 – an ELT, who due to lack of work at hand roams around the bay seeing award hangings on walls, as though he is at an art exhibition “

Me: “Wow…is your PM ok? How does she/he manage Walt Disney Productions?”
She: “He’s a busy person handling many projects, so doesn’t interfere much in our day to day activities…troublesome yes, when we need leave approvals but then overall he’s just fine!”

Me: “Hmm…ok ok ok..continue”
She: “Ya…so…everyday Manmohan Singh comes in at 8 and leaves by 10..as per the PM and TL, he is THE ONE to handle the release but that only means that he is just dumped with more-n-more work…he has high hopes of going onsite..which sadly he (and me too) knows that he wont get it!
As for me, I just give my count of 15 per day..and leave by 8..my past experiences have taught me well “

Me: “15 counts of what?”
She: “Test cases re…don’t ask me such stupid questions…”

Me: “Err…ok ok ok…15 per day…no wonder why we developers hate testers! “
She: “And we have lots of work, thanks to the stupidity of people like you! What about that? “

Me: “Ok ok ok…continue…tell me about that Miss Universe female! “
She: “Despo…I knew you would surely ask about her even if I had deliberately missed…well…Miss Universe is very smart you know..although she knows everything, she will act dumb…to avoid being given work! A 3B combo…Beauty-Brain-Bull…And the ELT is no where in picture, currently “

Me: “Hehe…so what happened?”
She: “Manmohan sits adjacent to me so I can see his monitor when I turn, and SoniaG always does what she is good at…handling the strings of her puppet (Manmohan-ji). She tried it on me too…but I don’t have any strings attached! “

Me: “Hehe…was that an intended pun? too good “
She: “Intended or not, it was an instant pun for sure! so…usually if SoniaG wants us to stay late, she will send a mail to Manmohan – asking him to tell us to stay till 8…and he will inturn send a mail to us deleting her id [psychic psychology]…this is the inside story, that I knew…but no one else knows “

Me: “Wah…Karamchand…Wah” (Note: For the unknown, Karamchand was Door-Darshan’s Sherlock Holmes!! )
She: “Hehe…so that day, only some modules were working properly…and we all gave a total count of 56…Miss Universe started packing up by 6:20…I had done my count of exact 15 so even I started to pack up…SoniaG (her count being 7) got all agitated…so she sent a mail to Manmohan with the subject liner “Ask them to stay till 8″…and since the two of us were already packing up, Manmohan got very tensed..lol…and in the hurry to send the mail to us he forgot to clear the subject line…lol lol lol…I told him he is going to get for it! And he was literally pleading to me not to leave my seat..cos if I do SoniaG will have all the liberty to pounce on him “

Me: “So even your TL ..aka.. Sonia, has to show a count of 15? good ya…mera wala ullu ka patta kuch karta hi nahi, sirf delegation…hmmph!”
She: “Jaise tu kuch karta hey! “

Me: “Oyee…chal then what happened?”
She: “What has to happen has to happen na? Next thing was SoniaG mailed him to join her in the meeting room…Miss Universe stayed till 8, but was reading a book even after being asked to work…I did just one test case from 6:45 to 8 Manmohan did 5, struggling on each of them and cursing himself…Madam SoniaG left doing nothing, at 7:15…I don’t really know what was the need for all this “stay till 8″ hallabulla…”

Me: “What to do, some have to do that to show who the leader is…leader of cartoons!! “
She: “I didn’t tell you all this story so that you can make fun of me…if I start talking about you, you’ll repent having made fun of me in the first place…hmmmph…”

Me: “Oyee…no no no…maaf karde!”
She: ” And you know what…the last time SoniaG had mailed him with subject line reading “Ask the one sitting next to you, to stay till 8!!”and I had just happened to turn to ask him something and saw it..and he was pleading to me saying ‘don’t tell her that you saw it’…hehe…I stayed till 8 and just cleared my inbox of all fwds and my drawer of all unwanted papers “

Me: “Thats bad ya…no work then why stay back? to show to others how hard you all work eh?”
She: “Dunno the reasons..and I don’t understand any bull….but ek ek namune hai mere team mein…And sadly, this story will continue Monday…sigh..”

Me: “Anyways, too bad ya…so what’s for dinner?”
She: “Ye lo…all you can be, is despo…then Miss Universe, now food…when will you ….blah blah blah…”

Next time you have a teammate who’s a pain in the wrong place, share your experiences with me…I would love to know those cartoons…There’s no bigger animation than in the life we are living through…all we need to do, is to recognize which character they fit into!!

PS: The anagram of ‘Animate’ gives “In a Team”…so the title!

Wrote this for a short-story contest (max. 2400 words) conducted at the internal blog at office…the theme was “One night”…with the condition that the story should happen over a night (8pm to 8 am).

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     03:43 am – Saturday Morning – Now                                      
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“What the @#$% he wants now?” I asked her.
“He’s asking the same thing again…” she looked beautiful while tensed.
“What??!! How many times shall we tell him the same damn truth…why can’t he understand?” I stood up.

“Sir, yenna ################################”

“Now what the…?”
“He’s requesting you to sit down, else he says he will put you behind those bars” her face was still fresh and radiant,

though I knew she was tired playing my translator.
“Oh hell…” I blurted as I sat down.
“Pls ask him how long are we supposed to wait like this?” I whispered to her, as if it was my dying wish.

“Sir, ##### time ######### wait #######?
“##### wait ########## time #####”
“OK sir”

“What did he say?”
“He again said we’ll have to wait till his inspector comes in…and he can’t specify the time!”
“What the hell did we do to face this?”
“Hmm…all in the fate dumbo, all in fate”…

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     o8:18 pm – Friday evening – Last night
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“Heylooooooooooooooo”
It was Gauri…only a fool couldn’t recognize that sweet chirpy voice…
“Hello…may I know who is speaking?”
“Hmmph…dumbo!! Haven’t you stored my number??!!!”
“Err…I’m driving now…speaking through my bluetooth headset…btw, am I speaking to Gauri?”
“Whoa…you recognized my voice? how sweet!!” {Score…+1}
“Common…only a fool wouldn’t…wassup sweetheart?”
“How about a movie tonight? Blue!! Tickets are available at Mayajaal…10 ka show!!!!”
“Won’t it be late for you to get back to your hostel?”
“I’ll take care of all that…you in or not?”
“Ok deal…you are driving like last time?”
“Huh dumbo…shutup…pick me up at 9 – Lip Gloss parlour – on the road behind my hostel…”
“You are at a parlour? to watch the blue movie at Mayajaal? What the…hehe”
“Chiii pervert…just pick me up…catchya later!”

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      09:10 pm
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“Why the hell are you so late?” {Score…-1}
“Hmm…you wanna drive? we need 30 mins to reach there”
“Shutup you a$$, drive now…” she said as she parked herself pillion…

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     01:30 am
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“The movie sucked big time”…
“Who cares man…Akshay and Sanju in one movie…aww…gives me a high man!”
“Sigh…what’s with you gals and old men? btw, Lara was hot!!”
“Shutup…let’s go to the Bessy beach…I feel like seeing the sea for real now!!”
“At this time?? Are you freakin’ nuts?”
“Whatever…the weather’s just perfect for a walk on the sands”
“The cops will…”
“Ah! you and your fear for cops…legendary…common na, let’s go”
“I can’t believe am doing this…”
“Learn to live life, my style…”

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     02:13 am
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“Oh $hit!!!”
“What happened?”

“Sir, ###### stop ############### side ########”

“What the….I did tell ya that this could happen!!!”

“Sir, ##################################### DL ####”

“What the hell is he saying?”
“He’s asking for your driving license”
“I know that, but he said something else…what did he say before asking for the DL?”
“Err…nothing he just abused us about driving at this late hour”
“Happy now? so this is your style of life eh?”

“Sir, #######################?
I looked at her…
“He is asking you to blow on his face”
“On his face? Why the hell he wants me to do that? And why don’t you talk to him in Tamil and settle the issue?”
“Though I understand Tamil well, I dunno to talk proper dumbo…Kendriya Vidhyalay student, remember?!”

“Alcohol Check, sir”
“You know English sir? Why the alcohol test sir? I’m not drunk sir…went to a movie sir!!”
“Movie-aa?? #################”
“Yes sir…I have tickets with me”
“#################”
“What?” I looked at him and then at her…

“He’s asking you to blow on his chaand-jaisa-thopda” she grinned and silently winked…I heard a heart-beat skip…she looked

lovely…bright moonlight, cool wind, roaring beach, dark night…

“#################” reality sucked…chi thu…
“Yes yes, yes sir…phooooooooooooooo”
“Hmm…wokay wokay…good…movie tickets #########?” good? what the…
“Here sir…tickets”
“Hmm…Mayajaal? ################# Besantnagar #######?”
“Yes sir, from Mayajaal to Besantnagar!!”

“No dumbo…he asked what are you doing here in Besantnagar?”
“Oh ok”…turning his way “…beach sir beach…”
“Beach-a? ###### time ####### supply #################??”
I turned at her…she stood there silent…shocked…beautiful…wind blowing her hair….scintillating…

“He’s enquiring about the time and whether you…or rather we…are involved in drug supply!!!” Reality sucked…definitely!
“What the @#$%…is he crazy? How can he expect a guy and a gal supplying drugs driving on a freakin Activa?!!” I screamed a

whisper…
“Say no to him” she hissed…
“No sir….No….no supply”

“############# station ###### 320, vehicle ##########” he yelled at someone at a distance…

“Now what? station? 320 what?”
“He wants us to go with him to the police station!” she said looking at the dark figure running towards us.
“What!! He expects us to follow him?”
“No, he asked him…320 or whoever, to get the vehicle…” she clarified indicating at the puffing constable…

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     03:04am
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“Sir, Madam…#################### sir #########”

“He’s asking us to sit, till his sir comes in”
“When will his sir come in? Did he tell that?”
“No…” she sighed.
“Then ask him no…pls” I was now irritated.

“Sir, ########### time #########”
“Madam, time ############”

“He said that he can’t specify a time….”

“Sir, ###### supply #################??”
“Supply? no no sir…no supply…IT professional sir…not a drug peddlar” I stood up trying to pull out my purse from my

back pocket…
Two constables standing close by, were now pointing their rifles at me.
“No No sir…No…just purse sir…visiting card” I said instantly turning around and showing him that my parking space was

safe.
“##################################” the head constable ordered.
The constables returned back to their useless inactive positions.
“Sir, ##################### ukaar###########”

“He’s asking you to turn around and sit down quietly” she giggled.
“Hmm…enjoying eh? You would have loved to see those 2 morons there shoot me down na?? What could be their numbers? 420 and

840?” I almost smiled at my own poor joke.
She smiled at me…or rather my helplessness or at our sorry state. The police station is no confession place…but I must

say, at that moment she looked so beautiful. I smiled as I leaned my head, back to the wall…and sitting next to each other,

we waited.

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     04:10 am
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“I really can’t believe we are in this situation…imagine if our parents get to know about this” she shouldered me…
“Yeah…they would proud of your style, wouldn’t they?” I smiled at her….sarcasm never sleeps I guess…
“Shut up dumbo…isn’t this awesome?” she sat straight…looking around excited…
“Are you nuts? Didn’t you see how they drilled me? That jack-a$$ even made me blow on his face…it was so damn

disgusting..!!”
“Hehe…I remembered the Close-up advertisement while you were doing that!!” she giggled.
“That lady cop in the advertisement was damn hot…this fella here, was all heated-n-burnt…yuck…”
“I like that expression on your face…so very much like dumbo” her eyes glittered as she said that…and I fell in

love…sadly in a police station…approximately around 04:20 am…Is God making a fool outta me or am I actually dreaming?
“Hey open you eyes…am saying such sweet things about you and you are dozing off?”
“Eh…hey…ya….tell me…is the head cop here?”
“Huh…no…get up…am feeling bored” she went on and on…with her every expression playing with me…those blinking eyes,

wavy eyebrows, the loose hairs that fell now-n-then on her eyes, those fingers which set the hair back behind her ears, the

long ear-rings that kissed her dimpled cheeks with her every move…
“Are you listening to me? Say something no…” she seemed to utter…not a word did I hear…as I read her lips move…while

her nose twitched and the tiny dot of a mole on her chin, danced…I had no idea as to where I was…

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     05:47 am
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“##################### sir #######”

“He’s asking us to stand up…it seems his sir has come”
“Is he Gandhi or President Obama that we’ve to stand up? I will not…hmmph”
“Huh…don’t tell me later if he puts you behind those very bars there”…she said as she showed me a cell on her left…

“Hello sir”…we greeted the inspector, both standing on our feet…
“Hmmm…yenna ########…340, ###### case?”
“##############, case #########”

“What case are they talking about Gow?” I whispered.
“He’s asking why we are here….what the case is all about…just getting an update from that 340 fella” she whispered back aloud.

“Hmmm ##########, identity proof irka?”
“Yes sir…driving license, office visiting card…which one do you want?”
“Yes yes…###########” he mumbled.

“Which one did he ask?” I asked elbow-ing her…
“Show him both no…your pic on the driving license is scary though” he elbowed back harder.

“Sir…my DL and here is my official visiting card” I handed him both…
“Hmm…############ ABC ##### office??? ######## ABC #######!!” he smiled behind his bush of a moustache, as he sat back on the rock-solid-government chair. It actually screeched like two rocks when rubbed, as he rested his back.
Gowri was smiling too as I looked at her…helpless and lost…

“I think we are safe now…it seems his daughter also works at ABC!! He asked which office location?”

“Oh…Thoraipakkam sir…” I smiled at him as his pot-belly seemed to laugh at and make fun of me…
“############ late night movie ##################### ok-va?”

“Say ok…quick…” she elbowed…
“Ok sir”…

“Good #####”…he mumbled…

“What did I say ok to? what did he ask?”
“He said not to go for late night movies…it seems he doesn’t allow his daughter to go…some fatherly advice for you…good you agreed, sunny boy!!” she smiled as she patted my back…her smile…ah! divine…

“Sir…##########?” she asked him if we could leave…
“Wokay wokay #################…tea #########”
“Nandri sir ########” she said as she picked up her hand-bag…I got the signal…it was time to go!!
“Hey did he ask if we would like to have tea?” I enquired…
“Let’s go dumbo…” she said as she held my hand and pulled me out of the damn police station…

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     07:10 am
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“Wow…what an experience it was!!” she said as she got down from the bike.
“Hmm…yeah…one hell of a night…”
“Would you mind such an experience again?” she quizzed…was she serious? was she just pulling my leg? hmm…gals…you’ll never know…
“Ofcourse not….something like this…anytime…but without the cops, the police station, the helplessness, the blowing on faces…and such other nonsense..” {Score…+1}
“Hmm…me too…” phew…
“Anyways…go and sleep now…else you will complain about dark circles and what not!!”
“Shutup…talk to you later dumbo…it was fun!! By the way if someone asks, I stayed at my friend’s place last night ok??!! ” ah! the wink…another of the several heart-beats skipped…
“Gotcha…hehe…you bet…same here!!” I winked back, ignited and accelerated…

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”!! 

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! 

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!!

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?

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:

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…

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!!

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..

 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!
Waise princess, apologies for the delayed acceptance post (yes this one! )

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! The hidden advantage is that its free to talk in person!
2. I am a chatter box…so much that friends in college used to call me BBC. There used to be (still is ) a saying among my friend circle then which goes like “Want to spread the news? let Sree know!”
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)!!
4. I rarely get angry, but if I do the recipient is dead meat!
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!
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?!
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! She’s now stuck in Bhilai…Can I say, my prayers were answered?
5) Thousif, the dude for being my constant source of encouragement…n damn he writes so well…
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!

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

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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 )!! But then as it usually happens with gals and me, Raji along with Tiger (she’s another item…I am so dead for this! ) 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! )!!

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! )

Enjoy!

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!

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!

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!

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!

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

Same fort, from the top of it:

The famed monument, Charminar:

Charminar, upfront and close:

A few pics shot at Ramoji film City:

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

The local hollywood!

The animal shaped shrubs garden:

Balcony show: Marilyn Monroe

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

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

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

- 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!

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