Did I tell you all that 'Nice Time' from Britannia is my favourite biscuit in the world? Now, how do you care for that piece of news? Well, you should if you know that I can even kill anyone, be mean, lose my cool and sulk like hell if I am deprived of this piece of heaven that Vinita Bali's company makes ! It used to be called 'Nice' till a couple of years ago before Britannia renamed it as Nice Time. So my mom knows this as Nice and buy this always whenever she shops for her tea-time snacks.
Wow, irresistable and mouth watering...no other food in this world ever tastes better in my mouth than this biscuit. Lovely ! Ummmm.... dream date would be a cup of tea and Nice Time bisucits :-) and oh ya a girl too if unavoidable ! ;-P but she wont get more than one biscuit.
I have to dedicate this post to the only food in the world that makes me ecstatic. Bravo ! Ever tried dal, rice, veggies, chicken fry and Britannia Nice time biscuits? Well, even I have not. but its lying there in front of me and i will try it out. I love you Nice :-)
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
I believe in Angels
In continuation to the last post, I had this song on my lips whenever I was thinking about what I wrote in the last post. While on my way back from work, I started humming this song, which I had heard first on the 'Coast to Coast' album of Westlife in 1999. Its ABBA's 1979 song 'I Have a Dream'. Love the sitar riff and the lyrics.
In my downcast mood as described in the last post, I kept on humming this song and surprisingly felt better. Still do. I believe in each word of the song. Strange how some songs you never forget and come back to you at key moments of your life.
I have a dream,
a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder,
of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail
I believe in angels,
Something good in everything I see,
I believe in angels,
When I know the time is right for me,
I'll cross the stream,
I have a dream
I have a dream,
a fantasy,
To help me through reality,
And my destination makes it worth the while
Pushing through the darkness
still another mile
I believe in angels,
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels,
When I know the time is right for me
I'll cross the stream - I have a dream
I have a dream,
a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder,
of a fairy tale
You can take the future,
even if you fail
I believe in angels,
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels.
When I know the time is right for me
I'll cross the stream
I have a dream
I'll cross the stream
I have a dream
In my downcast mood as described in the last post, I kept on humming this song and surprisingly felt better. Still do. I believe in each word of the song. Strange how some songs you never forget and come back to you at key moments of your life.
I have a dream,
a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder,
of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail
I believe in angels,
Something good in everything I see,
I believe in angels,
When I know the time is right for me,
I'll cross the stream,
I have a dream
I have a dream,
a fantasy,
To help me through reality,
And my destination makes it worth the while
Pushing through the darkness
still another mile
I believe in angels,
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels,
When I know the time is right for me
I'll cross the stream - I have a dream
I have a dream,
a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder,
of a fairy tale
You can take the future,
even if you fail
I believe in angels,
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels.
When I know the time is right for me
I'll cross the stream
I have a dream
I'll cross the stream
I have a dream
:-)
Biggest success of my professional career was today. And somehow it feels so so so not worth it when I realise that I don't really have anyone to share this with other than my mother. Called her up immediately and obviously she was happy. But sometimes its just not enough. You want that someone to be there with whom you can gush about it, describe it, tell about the ups & downs while working towards your mission, etc etc. Felt like calling up a potential 'good friend' but then refrained knowing that that person is least intersted. Felt like calling up my best friend, but then he would be busy and we don't normally gush and swoon over things like this. We are too 'chilled out' for that kind of a talk.
It would have been nice if I could come back home, take a shower and go out for a quiet drink with someone, take a walk, sit on a bench in some park, watch the clouds and the moon and just feel immensely satisfied at a job well done after one year of effort. Instead what did I do? - sit up till late in office, eat some &*$%#@& meals, come home and sleep. Then I took too much of pity on myself and texted someone in the hope that I could get an ear. But nopes, all are either too busy or do not really care about me. So again I took too much of pity on myself and started this rant over my blog. Lovely na ! Anyways only time it hurts is when I think of the innumerable times that I have lent an ear to their rants, their joys and sorrows, sometimes at the cost of my own work and convenience. This someone has called me and got all hour long lessons on various things in the middle of the night or middle of my work and I have never refused - realising that how much its important for me to listen and be there. Well, am also human and I also sometimes make the mistake of expecting something or the other from people around me. Like how I expected my big bosses to react when I showed them the big deal that I cracked. Expected them to praise me ( ya, no shame in accepting that I long for praise). But they just nooded their heads and got on with their work. Does it hurt? No, but it's dissappointing. But it hurts when someone for whom you have always been there, does not react the way you want them to. No, in fact even if they dont react the way you want them to, its still ok. But its when you make it so conspicious to them that you need someone to talk to, and yet they ignore you, thats when it hurts.
Thank god for mothers. If she had not called me up in the evening and spoken about it, I would have felt very bad. She at least knows that all I need is two minutes of human voice or human touch to boost my spirits. Hmmmm... so thats it... frustruating realising that probably this is why people get married. They will have someone to come back to, some bosom to rest their heads on in joy or in sorrow, some soothing words or touches to make you feel cared for. Beiing together matters. A lot. Distance doesnt make the hearts grow fonder. It just erodes the important role that eyes play.
Chalo its getting to be a long post without any intent. So I will stop now.
Celebrate all you lucky ones....but don't derive sadistic pleasure. God doesn't like sadists :-) Lol !
It would have been nice if I could come back home, take a shower and go out for a quiet drink with someone, take a walk, sit on a bench in some park, watch the clouds and the moon and just feel immensely satisfied at a job well done after one year of effort. Instead what did I do? - sit up till late in office, eat some &*$%#@& meals, come home and sleep. Then I took too much of pity on myself and texted someone in the hope that I could get an ear. But nopes, all are either too busy or do not really care about me. So again I took too much of pity on myself and started this rant over my blog. Lovely na ! Anyways only time it hurts is when I think of the innumerable times that I have lent an ear to their rants, their joys and sorrows, sometimes at the cost of my own work and convenience. This someone has called me and got all hour long lessons on various things in the middle of the night or middle of my work and I have never refused - realising that how much its important for me to listen and be there. Well, am also human and I also sometimes make the mistake of expecting something or the other from people around me. Like how I expected my big bosses to react when I showed them the big deal that I cracked. Expected them to praise me ( ya, no shame in accepting that I long for praise). But they just nooded their heads and got on with their work. Does it hurt? No, but it's dissappointing. But it hurts when someone for whom you have always been there, does not react the way you want them to. No, in fact even if they dont react the way you want them to, its still ok. But its when you make it so conspicious to them that you need someone to talk to, and yet they ignore you, thats when it hurts.
Thank god for mothers. If she had not called me up in the evening and spoken about it, I would have felt very bad. She at least knows that all I need is two minutes of human voice or human touch to boost my spirits. Hmmmm... so thats it... frustruating realising that probably this is why people get married. They will have someone to come back to, some bosom to rest their heads on in joy or in sorrow, some soothing words or touches to make you feel cared for. Beiing together matters. A lot. Distance doesnt make the hearts grow fonder. It just erodes the important role that eyes play.
Chalo its getting to be a long post without any intent. So I will stop now.
Celebrate all you lucky ones....but don't derive sadistic pleasure. God doesn't like sadists :-) Lol !
Monday, November 23, 2009
Both begin with a C
What is Chauvinism? Most of us fear being called a chauvinist? When we are wooing the girl, the last thing that we want our girfriends to feel is that we are chauvinists and then later when they are in a relationship with us, we change our outlook to observe,"chuvinist, no no, you are exxagerating 'coz you are a feminist".
The girl then says, "No, am not a feminist". But then the guy becomes a chauvinist and the girl a feminist. Unfortunately, both terms are not appropriate.
I dont know much, but most women look for men who can shed their chauvinistic tendencies when they are with them. The other day Shobhana Madam was saying that "Deepak (her husband) is the only man who is not a chauvinist" Aaaahh, that hurt me. Why, even am not a chauvinist. But then I was asking the wrong person. I am not the right person to answer that. So for this survey, we need a sample (statistically speaking) So, I should ask all the women in my life. But then again mom never sees any wrong in her son, sister never thinks of her loving brother as anything but the sweetest human being, ex-gfs will have a dagger in their hand and hence again are a bad sample for this market research, friends will never comment anything lest they annoy or unnecessarily praise their unpredictable friend.
So there you go, nobody else left ! anyways leave that
Now what is chivalry? Is that not a trait that we love to be praised on? Now, opening the door - is that chivalry? Being there for your girl, no matter what the situation/problem - is that chivalry? wiping your mother's tears while ignoring your gf's - is that chivalry?
Now, our quest for chivalry never ends. But my questions also never end. When will I qualify to be called chivalrous?
and when will this stupid post end... now. Its ends now !
The girl then says, "No, am not a feminist". But then the guy becomes a chauvinist and the girl a feminist. Unfortunately, both terms are not appropriate.
I dont know much, but most women look for men who can shed their chauvinistic tendencies when they are with them. The other day Shobhana Madam was saying that "Deepak (her husband) is the only man who is not a chauvinist" Aaaahh, that hurt me. Why, even am not a chauvinist. But then I was asking the wrong person. I am not the right person to answer that. So for this survey, we need a sample (statistically speaking) So, I should ask all the women in my life. But then again mom never sees any wrong in her son, sister never thinks of her loving brother as anything but the sweetest human being, ex-gfs will have a dagger in their hand and hence again are a bad sample for this market research, friends will never comment anything lest they annoy or unnecessarily praise their unpredictable friend.
So there you go, nobody else left ! anyways leave that
Now what is chivalry? Is that not a trait that we love to be praised on? Now, opening the door - is that chivalry? Being there for your girl, no matter what the situation/problem - is that chivalry? wiping your mother's tears while ignoring your gf's - is that chivalry?
Now, our quest for chivalry never ends. But my questions also never end. When will I qualify to be called chivalrous?
and when will this stupid post end... now. Its ends now !
Saturday, November 14, 2009
GOD's brother
What a brother Ajit Tendulkar must be ... a gem !!! how touching is the fact that he used to hide behind the trees of Shivaji Park and watch while Sachin practiced with Achrekar sir. Then he would point out the mistakes and analyse Sachin's game with him. Wow, Ajit didn't think of anything other than his brother.... and Sachin was not even Ajit's mother's son !!!
What kind of blind faith he would have had in his brother's abilities and his own abilities to do something for this prodigy ! The atmosphere around Sachin was such electric and conducive for greatness !!! No wonder India and people like us are indebted to such a wonderful set of people who shaped Sachin's career.
What kind of blind faith he would have had in his brother's abilities and his own abilities to do something for this prodigy ! The atmosphere around Sachin was such electric and conducive for greatness !!! No wonder India and people like us are indebted to such a wonderful set of people who shaped Sachin's career.
GOD II
Wow, every pulication, every site, every anything and every nothing is filled with just one name - Sachin Tendulkar. Been reading and reading since morning and it just doesn't end. What a delight for people like us.
I don't think I have told this before - there are two events for which I shall leave every other work - even if its my wedding (if ever I become a fool), my sales presentation, or anything related to me - and those events are:
1) Sachin Tendulkar's last test match in India ( if he announces in advance )
2) Coldplay's concert in India :-)
Had this chance to watch him twice, live in motion:
1) At the opening ceremony of IPL 1. He was taking oath as captain of Mumbai Indians.
2) At the test match versus Australia in Bangalore. He came near where I was sitting before the match began for his practice session. I had goosebumps and tears in my eyes. Can't ever forget that moment. He scored only 16 in that match, i think. (who remembers numbers, anyways)
whew !! Just cant get enough of him yaar.... Hyderabad was such a tragedy. But anyways cheers to Sachin Tendulkar ( already two posts on him - i must be going bonkers !! ) Dont't be happy readers, more will follow, sooner than later. Mmmuuuuaaahhh !!! :-)
I don't think I have told this before - there are two events for which I shall leave every other work - even if its my wedding (if ever I become a fool), my sales presentation, or anything related to me - and those events are:
1) Sachin Tendulkar's last test match in India ( if he announces in advance )
2) Coldplay's concert in India :-)
Had this chance to watch him twice, live in motion:
1) At the opening ceremony of IPL 1. He was taking oath as captain of Mumbai Indians.
2) At the test match versus Australia in Bangalore. He came near where I was sitting before the match began for his practice session. I had goosebumps and tears in my eyes. Can't ever forget that moment. He scored only 16 in that match, i think. (who remembers numbers, anyways)
whew !! Just cant get enough of him yaar.... Hyderabad was such a tragedy. But anyways cheers to Sachin Tendulkar ( already two posts on him - i must be going bonkers !! ) Dont't be happy readers, more will follow, sooner than later. Mmmuuuuaaahhh !!! :-)
GOD
Sachin Tendulkar
Every morning I am shedding tears. Why? Times of India is carrying two pages... TWO WHOLE PAGES.... of articles about Sachin. And today was the best. It was an interview with Anjali Tendulkar (his wife). Touching !!! I have this queer habit of crying at just the thought of Sachin Tendulkar. That has been the impact of this man on my life. Right from that fateful day in Baroda in 1988-89 when he came to play a 'double wicket' tournament ( he was not yet in the Indian team ). I like a kid sat near the 'pooja room' and prayed to God while listening to the commentary on the radio.... right from that day, HE has been an immutable part of my life.
Anyways, right now am too excited to write a proper post... just read the interview and wanted to pay homage to HIS family for the sacrifices they have made for Sachin. Imagine a selfless guy like HIM, having only one selfish desire. To play for the country and contribute. For this, HIS brother, mother, wife and kids have had to do a lot of things that HE has to be indebted to them for. I hope god blesses him to take care of his family and his post-retirement life in the same impeccable and honourable manner.
Enough, got to get ready for my office... can't sit like a this and keep sobbing and writing about the legend. Lol ! What a girl I am becoming !!! :-) ( women's lib, did i hear anyone say?)
Every morning I am shedding tears. Why? Times of India is carrying two pages... TWO WHOLE PAGES.... of articles about Sachin. And today was the best. It was an interview with Anjali Tendulkar (his wife). Touching !!! I have this queer habit of crying at just the thought of Sachin Tendulkar. That has been the impact of this man on my life. Right from that fateful day in Baroda in 1988-89 when he came to play a 'double wicket' tournament ( he was not yet in the Indian team ). I like a kid sat near the 'pooja room' and prayed to God while listening to the commentary on the radio.... right from that day, HE has been an immutable part of my life.
Anyways, right now am too excited to write a proper post... just read the interview and wanted to pay homage to HIS family for the sacrifices they have made for Sachin. Imagine a selfless guy like HIM, having only one selfish desire. To play for the country and contribute. For this, HIS brother, mother, wife and kids have had to do a lot of things that HE has to be indebted to them for. I hope god blesses him to take care of his family and his post-retirement life in the same impeccable and honourable manner.
Enough, got to get ready for my office... can't sit like a this and keep sobbing and writing about the legend. Lol ! What a girl I am becoming !!! :-) ( women's lib, did i hear anyone say?)
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