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We…She and Me~ New teammate! ;)

Sitting in the bay I was coding, let me say…
I then lost my senses when I saw her walking my way!
“Hello” she said, standing by my side…
The just arrived fragrance in her, had already taken me for a ride! πŸ˜›

“Sit down” I said, “please take a chair”…
“Hey thanks” she said, all the while playing with her hair!
“So what is it all about??” she asked smiling with a glare…
I thought to myself ‘its only you and about you that I care’! πŸ˜‰

My colleagues in the bay were just unfair…
From every nook and corner they did stare!
It just didn’t matter to us since officially we were now a team…
Yet reality sucks when compared to a dream! 😦

Life’s so complex and so is the code, yet we need to make them run…
What with we working and taking breaks together, it would be great fun!
After-all we have just one life, just this one for execution….
So we shall live it bindaas, come what may any kinda situation! πŸ˜€

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This will be a series of poems (already ‘pleasingly’ successful so far on my internal corporate blog… Yippeeee!) where I talk about a lady love, She! πŸ˜‰

You may ask who “She” is…”She” could be anyone…”She” could be her…”She” could be you (if u r of the fairer-sex [only] that is)!! Hope you guys enjoy this here as well…lemme know! πŸ˜€

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Posted by on May 31, 2008 in Happens~2~me

 

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My First Nikhah Experience!

Now if you have already concluded after reading the title that I have gone that far without informing you guys, hold on for a moment and read. This is about what happened two Saturdays ago. πŸ˜‰

Saturday, 10th May.
Dumb-struck, I looked at my watch to check the time. It was 11:30AM and we were 45 minutes before time, the occasion being a marriage. It was my roommate who was about to get married.

Flashback
Weeks before he had left for his hometown to get engrossed into the pre-Nikhah (Nikhah is an Islamic wedding, in case it sounds strange) preparations, he had sent all of his friends an e-invitation for the same. He was after all my classmate in college for four unforgettable long years as well as my roommate in Chennai and also a colleague. Now the invitation had mentioned the time of Nikhah as 12:15PM. I had read each word in the invitation since I was jobless in my bay and I had seen the hardcopy too, and I remember being very excited to hold something written in reverse for the first time. Not that I knew to read Arabic (or was that Urdu?? :roll:), but the thrill of having someone invite you to his wedding in a language you don’t know, is bliss indeed. Ofcourse it had a translated version (in English) on the other side! Anyways, I had made sure to note down the muhurat time (dunno what they call it…my roommate is not yet back from his vacation…err…honeymoon…or whatever they call it in Arabic/Urdu! :P). No doubt the time mentioned was 12:15PM on the card.

Saturday, 10th May.
I had reached Bangalore by 6AM after an overnight journey from Chennai. I was supposed to Mysore (about 140 kms from Bangalore) since that was where the Nikhah was supposed to be. A classmate of mine was supposed to come with me (my roommates had taken a direct train to Mysore from Chennai, but I had preferred to go home) to Mysore for the Nikhah. So we planned to start at about 8:30AM by bus, when my mom said that she and dad were planning to make a trip too to Mysore to visit their friends. Me and my friend were thrilled to get a free ride on the red Santro (which my dad doesn’t even allow me to touch from the driver’s seat…he and his obsession deserves a dedicated post)!! So here were we, on our to Mysore. We reached Mysore by 11:15AM.
Mom: “Let’s have some coffee/tea at some restaurant…there’s still time for our lunch”.
Me: “Nah mom…Can’t eat anything when the Biriyani at the nikhah is waiting for us” (I said this with a wide smile, and looked at my friend who by the way having his head shaved – for reasons known only to him – was looking like a another version of Ronaldo…He smiled back with an alpha nod.)
Mom (looking at both our Biriyani-filled eyes): “Well, I would still say there’s quite sometime for all that…Have something”
Me: “No mom…not hungry at all. Dad, drop us at the venue.”
Ronaldo: “Ya aunty, not hungry at all”. He said and laughed. If you ask me (not that it matters), he looked so dumb doing that! πŸ˜‰
Mom: “Ok fine guys. Dad, drop them at the venue and then lets go and have some snacks”. Yeah, you read it right. She calls him Dad, in front of kids. Dunno why exactly, but guesses are not worth noting down here. πŸ˜‰

When we reached the venue, what do we get to see? Dumb-struck, I looked at my watch to check the time. It was 11:30AM and we were 45 minutes before time, and there was not a single soul…so all of us went to have some quick snack.

And when we reached the venue hall again by 12:30PM to find a few men in dhoti with the traditional caps on their head. We enquired if it was the correct venue, and they were happy enough to oblige and confirm that we were indeed at the right place. Never knew being on time could also be a problem! πŸ˜€

We went in and sat down and slowly the hall began to fill with men, and men only. The groom came in at 1:10PM along with the maulvi (one who performs the marriage) and the ritual was completed by 1:30PM sharp. We both then went on to the stage to wish the groom, and he happily hugged each of us three times right-left-right and then shook hands with the smile being permanent on his face.Β  Ronaldo was hungry and went searching for the dinner hall and I blindly followed him. We were welcomed there by a few unknown faces and made to sit around round tables after enquiring if we preferred Veg or Non-Veg food. As we settled, there were questions lingering in the mind which were still unanswered.
While Ronaldo was all about Biryani, in my case it was all about the mysteriouly missing woman folk!!

When we went back to the main hall after lunch, there were loads of people sitting there and this time to our relief both men and women! πŸ˜‰ What struck my eye was the contradicting dressing of men and women. Most of the men had come in simple white shirt and dark trousers or some even white dhoti. In one word, Sober. The most extravagant dress would have been a sherwani and that too was worn by the groom and his brothers. Whereas when it came to the women folk, they dressed like there was no tomorrow. The colors they were in would be a feast to anyone who adores the hues. There were bright colors and loads of jewellary to go with it. Phew…you gotta see to believe! πŸ˜‰

I called up my mom asking her to pick me up in the next 15 mins…and by that time we conveyed our wishes (once again, the groom wanted to hug…but this time we were aware of what he would do…so just shook hands) to the groom and bade goodbye to a few friends who had attended. Dad and mom picked us up and on the way back, we discussed about our first Nikhah experience…Ronaldo gave all updates about food, while it was all about colors from my end! πŸ˜‰
Whatever and however it was, it was one memorable experience. Wishing a happy and long married life to my classmate-roomy-buddy!! πŸ˜€

 
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Posted by on May 24, 2008 in Happens~2~me

 

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Committed to “Committed” friends! ;)

This is something that I have come across over the last few years of my life. Dunno exactly since when, but knowingly or unknowingly its been happening…all along. Initially I thought that it had to do with only the gals. But NO. Guys too…
Well nothing serious, but off-late I have been realizing that most of my friends (new and old) seem to have a committed status. And I seriously think that being “committed” has something to do with me cos they either get committed after getting to know me or they are already committed prior to knowing me. Not that I am big time pissed off about it or something. But its just a thought that keeps coming to my mind.Β  I am now wondering as to how this has been recurring, and most importantly how I didn’t get a hint about it in the course of time.
Let me try to remember as far as I can, about such cases.
The earliest I can now remember is that of a friend of mine in class 11. Ours was an all-guys college. But within-a-km radius we had as many as three all-girls college. So we never felt that we graduated from an all-guys colleges. He was one of those studious types but by the time he graduated, he was ready for the world. He used to kinda go missing in all our leisure times, and it took us a while to get to know why. πŸ˜‰
And then there was this friend during my college days. She had tough times when it came to guys (most of the times, it used to be the guys who had a tough time dealing with her…she was one of those hot-in-the-head types)…But then she got to know me, we became good friends and one fine day, Voila! She lets me know that she’s committed. Took me a long while to understand the gravity of the situation. Not that I looked upon her in any other manner or something, but such a sudden change wasn’t so easily or rather quickly expected! And that’s when, I guess my tryst with committed folks began. πŸ˜€
Take the case of this guy who used to shudder while talking to any age group of the fairer gender. He became my classmate, roommate and finally the tides changed and so did his status on Orkut. He’s now happily married (oxy-moron I know…but as of now, he seem to be!) πŸ˜€

And this trend turned more common when I joined my work place. As I underwent training, I got to know this guy sitting next to me and over the days we became close buddies and one fine day he showed me the picture of his sweetheart hidden in the corner of his wallet.
My roommate in the accomodation, got committed within months of joining. Call him lucky!??? πŸ˜‰Β  I am committed to my friends I guess! πŸ˜›
And then as I moved out of my training to the greener pastures of coding, this situation still remained the same. There was this BA (Business Analyst) who was like very cute and the center of attraction of our bay. A few of us planned to go to her and introduce ourselves. We did that and within a month of knowing her, she sent us an invite to her wedding.  Now call that damned luck! 😦
Internal Blogging happened, and I got to know quite a lot of friends, a major percentage being the gals. And now when I sit and think of the names of my lady blogger friends, 60% of them seem to be committed. Now you would say, there are still that 40% left. Yeah, they are indeed left but they include the engaged and married ones too. So statistically, the ones with Single Status is a mere 10% (might even be less, cos I’m not exactly sure!). 😦
Over these years, I seem to make a lot of friends which is good. But over a period of time, when/if I don’t get to know their status…I tend to ask them, which is not so good. Sometimes I have faced the brunt of it with “Could you mind your own business?” kinda one liners, especially when I’ve asked the PYTs! πŸ˜‰ But such one-off bad experiences haven’t seemed to have stopped me from asking “doubts”!! πŸ˜‰
I am committed to my friends, and they are “committed” too!! πŸ˜‰ Looking at all this, my only wish…when I get married is to have someone committed, BUT TO ME!! πŸ˜›

 
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Posted by on May 17, 2008 in Friends

 

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