tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24110465780609092392024-03-09T04:46:17.553+05:30My LifeAnishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530822260160884089noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411046578060909239.post-53478985163296144302017-07-25T22:39:00.000+05:302017-07-25T22:39:22.768+05:30sunny Leone Adoption Drama<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Sunny Leone Adopted a girl child.. Hell broke loose.. was looking for the pic of the baby Nisha.. found lot of trash written about her.. Damn Annoying.. Adoption is too difficult in India.. and a girl child anyone who has walked that path might know..<div dir="auto">
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PS: I'm annoyed to the core.. moral policing.. sabhya bharatheeya naari morcha.. sexist.. can stop it here.. don't read further.. u can hate me starting now.. it's only a woman talking from here..</div>
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*what will she think wen she see ur solo or with other men videos when she grow up? - she will know how her mom worked in the past</div>
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*How did govt of India allowed this? - there r laws for this.. they were met.. u can Google and read to know how</div>
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*Will she be a porn star like u? - she is a baby u pervert.. and if it was a he baby would u be asking this question?</div>
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*Please don't make her a porn star like u? - why don't u drop by.. let me discuss her future with u over a coffee.</div>
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*Y adopt? Y can't u give birth? - y can't I adopt? Y give birth?</div>
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*Are you worried ur figure will b damaged if u give birth? - that's the maximum of ur thinking abilities.. thank u for wasting it on me</div>
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*Do u hv a problem or ur husband is impotent ? - since u seem to b cleaver, why don't u decided for us.</div>
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*She has fucked so many she might hv AIDS, U r disgust to Mother India. - sorry who's mother again? And what's full form of AIDS? Well if u r searching internet u might as well read what's AIDS all about</div>
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*U should hv tried surrogacy. - for what?</div>
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Master of all..</div>
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*Being a woman, I am telling u.. Ur own child is different from an adopted one.. u could have corrected all your mistakes in past by giving birth to a child. - congratulations in advance in case u plan to "correct" this mistake soon</div>
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It's not about sunny or her blown out of proportion adoption.. it's just Adoption still an issue.. many women/men still battle infertility as equivalent to cancer.. prayers treatments social stigma.. bloody hell the plants r turning infertile and species going extinct.. we.. homo sapiens r the most populated mammals on the planet.. still we r stressed about not able to bring a new one..</div>
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The economics fails me here.. supply in abundance.. demand in abundance.. still scarcity.. </div>
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Anishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530822260160884089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411046578060909239.post-26465430924542688772013-07-09T20:50:00.002+05:302013-07-09T20:50:58.354+05:30Statutory Warnings<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The new trend followed in Indian cinema amuses me. Do whatever u want but before showing you say...
Naah.. we are not promoting.. we don’t support.. But the character is bloody
doing it.. U see it’s a story..</div>
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According to me it just doesn’t work.. yaaa may be if the
maker is guilty of showing stuffs he can get rid of the guilty feel.. other
than that I don’t understand how it works.</div>
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Indian Cinema these days runs on heroism than stories. I’m a
hardcore fan of rajinikanth.. I mean come on.. he’s way too entertaining..
Whenever I think of his films few things that come to my mind are like Basha-
Beedee, Padayappa- cigar, and n movies-saaraayi packet(local liquor) Mind u in
all his films he’s a common man with goody good char which makes him next thing
to God. What superman what Spiderman.. We have a 60+ man working round the
clock with all their super powers put together.. Well so the point is he’s depicting a common man,
which too a goody good man and he’s drinking and smoking.. People have no idea what
rajini fans are like.. They idolize him.. his dialogues his style..
everything.. I mean everything.. so even drinking and smoking.. u say 10 sec
don’t drink and demonstrate exactly opposite for 2.5 to 3 hrs.. What’s the
outcome..</div>
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But definitely I can’t see style without a cigarette or
cigar sometime the local in me will like to see a beedee lit hero.. So what I
found funny is the censor board’s ideas of saying don’t do just for the heck of
it. Either people shouldn’t have the idea, else don’t show it. Ban all those
drunkards to see films where the hero drinks and smokers from watching a movie
where the hero smokes.. That’s real punishment to get them back if u insist (
no I’m not even farly related to Adolf Hitler.. err sometimes I happen to
possess him.. )</div>
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Well since I’m not the authority to decide what to be shown
and what not to be. I thought of helping the censor board a little more with statutory
warnings like…</div>
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Err we have a warning “smoking is injurious to health” would like to
suggest to change it to “smoking at public places is injurious to others health
as well”</div>
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“Speed kills.. Rash driving is punishable
offence” err in addition to this line “ stop taking 100/200 from every second
person: to traffic police” Inspired by b’lore traffic police.. We love u <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></div>
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“Crime against women is condemned.
Punishable offence”</div>
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“Follow traffic rules, else roam with full
wallet” again b’lore traffic police love u <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></div>
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“U’ll be fined for jumping off”</div>
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Ticketless travelling is punishable
offense.</div>
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“ Hindering traffic is punishable offence.
U need to acquire prior permission for such crazy stuff” we do get permission
for crazy stuffs except if it’s for some genuine cause :P</div>
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“Violence against any civilian is
punishable offence” just in case the villain is an import from some other
country we can always have aamir khan saying “athithi devo bhava”</div>
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“Such acts results in debarring” </div>
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“eve teasing is a punishable offense” err
on a personal request can I have one more line dedicated by all ladies who had
go through eve teasing troubles “ghar pe baa behan nahi hai kya”.</div>
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“U r resource of the country. Killing
urself is punishable offence”</div>
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Critically acclaimed movie will be the most
hit. “Human trafficking is a punishable offense”</div>
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“Shortage of attendance will lead to 0 attendances
at exam”</div>
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proposal on basis of color</div>
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“Racism is
punishable offence”</div>
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“Domestic
violence is punishable offence”</div>
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Remember mocambo khush hua scenes. This is
specific to b’lore audience will generalize later.</div>
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“ All your building plans should be BBMP
approved”</div>
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“Electricity is precious. Preserve it”</div>
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“Stop littering”</div>
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“Hitting on duty government employee is
punishable”</div>
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“Planting bombs are punishable offence”</div>
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“Indian embassies worldwide doesn’t support
violence by an Indian”</div>
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Again aamir will help us here with his
tourism ad</div>
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Helmetless riding is punishable offense.
Plus the statutory warning dedicated to traffic police.. B’lore traffic
police.. Love u again.</div>
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“Foot board travelling is punishable”</div>
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“Attempt to murder or murder is punishable”</div>
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under the couch/coat scenes:</div>
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“Assisting murder or sheltering a murderer from law is punishable”</div>
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blood stains and mess scenes:</div>
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“Destroying evidences are punishable”</div>
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“Robbing is punishable offence”</div>
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“Offering or receiving of dowry/bribe is
punishable by law”</div>
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“Child marriage is prohibited by law”</div>
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parents:</div>
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“Respect old people”</div>
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“Public display of affection without the
boundaries of decorum is punishable” plus “gets free classic cult abuses from
police”</div>
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“Destroying public properties is punishable
by law”</div>
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And so on… last one for</div>
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“Drenching in rain causes cold. Take
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Hence basically Indian films are full of illegal
elements. I think for all punishable offences we can add the penal code and
amount of fine or yrs of imprisonment. After implementing these, will get free “download
of latest movie without statutory warning” with a warning “piracy is crime”.</div>
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Any addition to this is definitely welcomed
by me.. will share the gaalis equally <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></div>
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Anishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530822260160884089noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411046578060909239.post-50013762863100892432012-09-17T23:27:00.000+05:302012-09-17T23:27:26.214+05:30Happy B'day Lil Sis<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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She...</div>
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She was a tiny thing that came to our life some 20 odd years
back.. She was pink in colour with black curly hair big eyes with eyebrows
always shot up. God alone knows what she was surprised abt. She made her
presence felt with her hi pitch.. err.. no it can’t be called crying.. no not
shouting.. not howling.. it was above all.. above 20K dbs. Lucky we were that
we got an ultrasonic instrument to kill those flies and mosquitoes. But we did
pay the price. Now if u say.. i have any hearing problem root case analysis of
the problem will reach her..</div>
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Life was ok for me, as she was still a baby. I had my life
till I was may be 6. After than sob sob sob.. y mention. She joined school, the
very school which was mine now became ours just like my parents became ours.
She was exceptionally intelligent as a kid. So intel that i never had to sweat
to fool her. She was gifted a electronic watch in 1<sup>st</sup> std by our
aunt. When its battery dried off she thought the watch was damaged and can’t be
put to use. So she threw it in our municipality dust bin so that mom won’t find
out she damaged her new watch. She used to say that she was dad’s lil girl. Horrible
was she used to say dad gave birth to her and as proof she used to point to my
dad’s pot belly which she took to be pregnant. Poor thing she waited for
delivery of her younger sibling but the day never came.. now its abode of a
triplets at least who r never gone come out..</div>
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She used to be a good student. Simply because she had
nothing else good to do. In school she made my life a hell. She hit a boy with
her shoe in LKG right in front of my eyes. She let go off her first front teeth in LKG
again just because she fell while jumping from bench to bench. I the poor thing
had to stop her cry else our under construction school then would have fallen
like a house of cards. She offered me her Tiffin on a Saturday and told mom I
snatched it from her. I got nicely from mom because of this. She got lost once.
I searched for her all round the school hysterically sobbing, asking everyone
had they seen a small kid in school uniform, getting into the prohibited and
dangerous under construction building to check if she was around. After all the
trouble dad came to pick me up. I told him she’s lost. He took me home.Where I saw
her sit at the door. She thought I was wasting time in school playing so she
busy madam in LKG didn’t wait for me but left alone and reached home on her own.
All the while I was searching for her. That day I felt like burying her alive 6
ft underground. She had her first worst accident (scars yet reminds the
accident) at 3-4 years. She accidently stepped into boiling water, hurt her
badly. I and mom rushed her to hospital thanks to our owner aunty who helped us
when dad was not around. It was her right.. err left.. err one leg which was
full of blisters. Ok before u sympathise with her wait!! After all this the
little monster announced to the world that I pushed her into boiling water. Now
sympathise with me u all.</div>
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She’s the worst person to fight with. So avoid. Well wait.. If
u avoid she won’t let go. If she wants to fight with u (read out power u in
argument) she’ll follow u and try every possible way to get u into an argument.
Win it and sleep satisfied. If she didn’t find anyone she’ll pick up petty fights
with kids half her age without any shades of shame. In fact she even managed to
fight with our cousin bro.. Who’s good 8-9 years older than her. Poor thing he
cried a lot saying he hurt her while madam was walking around the house like
she liberated Indian from east India Company. Its next to impossible for
getting an apology from her. If u happen to be one who got one then it’s as good
as seeing Christ himself. You are blessed.</div>
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There was time in her life when her favourite hobby was
crying. No not the initial ones. It’s in upper primary school. She used to come
from school and find reasons to argue with mom. Finally she’ll sit and cry. It
was almost daily 5pm to 5 30pm show at home. We never bothered to check what’s
it. Finally she stopped only because of pure boredom. She takes herself and her
opinion on everything very seriously. May b just as no one takes them seriously.
She believe in her beliefs which to me sound clear stupid. But when me or our
parents try to say it’s stupid she’ll look in total disbelief that how can it
be stupid it’s her view and she termed
as all stupid instead.</div>
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She used to believe a lot in bhoot which was a boon for me. Easy
to handle her. “I’ll tell u a bhoot story” is as good as “I’ll feed u rat
poison” she’ll run away. But sad part was we used to share a room. If she’s
scared she used call me in between my sleep. Lately I got to know I was the
bhoot in her dreams and she used to call me to check if I was in my bhoot
awatar or anu awtar. Pity me. We used to sleep in first floor. Have a bathroom
next to our room. But she’s so scared that she’ll walk all the way to ground
floor in dark, wakes up my mom to stay awake till she’s back from bathroom. Then
she’ll come back to first floor. I still am not able to figure out what kind of
fear is it. She’s scared of cockroach. Yes its true she’s is like hell scared
even of lizards. But she has no problem with dead human body. </div>
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She kept her bone set in her study room as if it was on
exhibition. Our maid one day went to sweep the room. Next we saw her running
out screaming. Madam had kept the skull on the table. Maid might have thought
she’s well versed in black magic. She didn’t look a doc in any angle then. Now??
Now she has cleared all exams they have redefined how docs look like.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Her crushes are also equally tasteless. The whole Prithviraj
craze was too much to handle at home. if he even comes for an ad of something
as cheap as grass she’ll point to it and say it’s a product he endorses as it
it’s bless to be considered by him. I and Nayana had tough time tolerating her
singing romantic songs of his films. Well.. Singing how could I forget this. Those
who know the song “hoove hoove “ from H2O please ask her to sing it for u. You’ll
hear the never heard version of it. It so happened in high school her class
teacher asked everyone to sing compulsory in class. She won’t do anything
without enough home work. She got a tape recorded with that song. Originally
sung by the K S Chitra. Played it repeatedly and sang along with it. Neighbours
thought we are mourning (group crying, howling, screaming out of pain) for some
dear one’s departure. Finally on the D day she half sang the song when her
classmates started clapping. Which stirred her up. She voiced “aye!!’ and sang the rest of the
song. That was the last time her class teacher asked her to sing.</div>
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It can go on like this. But let me not trouble Google guys.
So today is b’day of the object in discussion here. Gal wish u a very eventful
year ahead. May u b blessed with night and day duties back to back. May u get
the chance to attend 15 deliveries at a time. May u get more chance to do
embroidery on human skin at causality. God don’t make me the one she get a
chance to stitch. She’ll stitch my mouth first and my fingers next.</div>
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After posting this here.. I’m absconding. Please don’t file
an FIR or missing person complaint. I’m offline for my own good health and long
life.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
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Anishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530822260160884089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411046578060909239.post-6003546906220300282012-07-04T01:08:00.000+05:302012-07-04T01:08:02.222+05:30Copypastians<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Disclaimer: if the persons, objects or anything else referred
in this post resemble anything living or dead is none of my business to burn my
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This is abt a super couple Mr Copy and Mrs Paste.. who help
majority of human beings on earth.. they save the world.. <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">:)</span></span></div>
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They indeed helped a lot.. I’m expressing my gratitude to
them in this way... thank you copy and paste for being a life saver for me.. <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">:)</span></span> <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>U along with Google helped me reduce the
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I’m not the only one benefitted from u guys.. there are so
many.. from school kids who copy the notes given by teachers on blackboards (rather
green i guess these days) and having them in their notebook.. and life savers <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>for them during exams..</div>
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Film industry is also benefitted.. one man creates and
others<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>uses the story to make a brand
new film in a diff language actually having the same base story.. (eg.. wanted,
rowdy rathore, agneepath ,don etc..).. u guys should be credited for ur work.. </div>
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TV is almost using it too much.. i mean in an annoying way..
ekta kapoor a lady has been earning a lot under ur gratefulness.. she runs so
many shows in almost every channel all saying almost the same story.. i think u
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There is an Indian writer by name “chethan bhagath” he
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</span>he indeed did a credible work in the beginning novel.. later on.. he was
just using u guys in his further works.. not too much but indeed u guys
favoured him.. bad news was when a lot of IIT and IIM guys jumped into this
world to be another “chetan bhagath”.. i think u guys really worked overtime to
help them.. such ungrateful guys i should say.. they didn’t even say a thanks to
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Ur story is really a tear jerking one.. sob sob.. u worked
ur bones and muscles out so much and no one even talked abt u.. But still u
guys never asked for anything and still continue to be saviours for i dono so
many.. Thanks for being there.. salute u both </div>
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</div>Anishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530822260160884089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411046578060909239.post-19871833498576282472012-04-17T22:40:00.002+05:302012-04-17T22:46:24.448+05:30How I did it.. Secrets revealed!!!After successfully completing my graduation and working with an MNC with the help of the same degree.. I would love to reveal the great secrets of how I reached here...<br />Before I begin.. Actions explained here was performed by the expert (ME!! ) not to be practiced or tried at home.. I won’t be responsible for the loses like( less or worst no pocket money, emotional attyachars of moms.. verbal insults by father or mockeries by siblings :P)<br />It all begun on the fateful day when i was tossed to the world of education.. I was very young and innocent.. I didn’t know that MARKS,RANKS,GRADES like stuffs ever existed.. I thought spending time bheja frying mom and dad at home was what life is.. ( well after my sister took that responsibility from me i was kinda jobless... but really appreciate that she had not left a single pebble unturned in doing the job up to perfection.. err.. pebble as stone will be a bit hard to turn for a baby :P) I was happy.. Content.. Watching mahabharath without understanding even a bit of it.. Fighting with my neighbor son sunil was world for me.. sob sob..<br />Once I entered school.. mom got serious abt the ABCDs.. which i though was fun scribbling.. and kannada letters.. a aa.. e ee.. was night mare for me.. counting the number of apples and oranges in the book.. i actually though mom doesn’t know how many are there.. but once when I answered wrong.. she gave me one thud!!!.. making me realise.. she actually knows.. UKG was ok.. 1st standard introduced me to additions and subtractions.. 2+2=4 mom used to show me 2 oranges and again 2 oranges count now how many are there.. i would count and say 4... mom then asks. So how much is 2+2.. i would be.. “eh?? Wat.. weren’t we counting oranges.. wats that she’s asking...” how hard it was to learn i dono but how hard was it to teach me u still can get an answer from my mom.. she even once said I was one of the dumbest.. then came algebra, geometry, grammar in languages.. I remember an English teacher telling me I should reduce the use of ‘and’ and ‘the’.. I was using ‘the’ at the beginning of every sentence i speak and ‘and’ as a replacement of comma, semi colons..<br />I was poooooooooooooooooooooooooor in kannada.. i still remember my kannada note books were superbly decorated with red ink circle meaning “mistake” and shashikala ma’am throwing my note book in disgust for I dono how many times.. the book used to come and land on the floor as a UFO.. she was an athlete.. (discus throw her main item :P) my hand writing was errrrrr.. well, i should say luckily i have to type here if i was supposed to write, it would come under the screenings of FBI, RAW and ISI as a new encryption method.. so the grace 5 marks for gud handwriting was forgotten..maths and science was wat i was gud at as I found some meaning in studying that.. I was shocked to know plants had life.. I even imagined a plant wiping of its tears with a leaf when I plucked a flower off it.. I even felt guilty of my acts..<br />Languages were a complete “not interested to know” stuffs for me.. i don’t want to know wat Shakespeare was thinking when he wrote some poem.. the question “ wat does the poet wish to convey by saying rising sun is beautiful when u see its reflection in the flowing river water?” my answer would be “ he meant wat he said..” but wat i’m supposed to write will me “ so clear is the river water that sunrise appears so nice on it” i never till date understood poetry.. similes ,metaphors.. arrrrrrrrrrgh..<br />Exams i thought was like running race.. who gets out of the room first will score more.. I dono how many times i have skipped answering the last letter writing and essays so that i can have an extra hour to play in the school ground.. i was quiet fast with sums so maths i used to finish off early.. before my 7th board exam during the study holidays.. mom was busy with some house shifting and all.. and as she was not bugging me I was busy catching butterflies, enjoying our garden and nature.. at the nth moment when my mom sat with me for revision she realised that was not revision but actually vision time for me..<br />I was in 9th std when it dawned to me that i need to study because err... it was my job on hands as i’m in school.. luckily to my mom’s suprise i started studying ( i cann’t say seriously as i never did it) My mom was happy with my grades.. I hated social studies and as usual the languages.. with sandhi, samsa, lakaara.. i had opted Sanskrit.. so grammar in Sanskrit was written and used my BC people.. i studied it for 5 years.. now wat i know is “thava naama kim?” meaning “wats ur name?” <br />To the utter shock of my parents and disbelief of my sister( she is a little serious abt studies type.. so she finds me as a total non sense, crap, gud for nothing item.. err.. even today) i passed my SSLC with flying colors.. My relatives and close family people put me into “intelligent kids” group.. that was the biggest mistake in my life.. from that day expectations mounted on me.. people saying “aree.. nair sir ur daughter can do it.. she’s intel...” will make my dad’s chest broader and and my hair density thinner.. but i fought back with my laid back attitude.. sleeping on physics text book in 12th std, chemistry tuition, biology tuition sir calling me a doctor.. to anyone other than me could have been scary.. but i’m a bravo.. thats their expectations.. their problem.. none of my business..<br />With the very same attitude i entered engg college.. for the first time in life.. I met so many variety of students.. big college.. i was lost in the crowd as i wanted.. had no complaints..<br />Here i studied few subjects of wat was allotted to me.. which actually interested me.. and the other few subjects which i didn’t like.. i skilfully wrote the exam.. come on i’m into writing exams since UKG by my BE days i should have mastered it.. Practice makes man perfect.. <br />1 subject i should mention SSD(Solid State Devices) in 5th sem or 6th i guess.. was the one subject i passed with 35 marks out of 100 external and 25 out of 25 internal.. big time joke.. i didn’t study for the exam.. i was too tired to study for the exam.. i locked my room and slept of on my book.. morning i got up by 6 and saw i was at some 10th or 12th page had my exams at 8-9 am.. wat can i do.. i tried crying so that my sleep will vanish and i can study.. but that was not required as i felt a little pressure and read around 50-70 pages in an hour.. went to exam.. when i got the q- paper.. there was only 1 question for 20 marks which i knew the answer.. without wasting time i wrote it.. i was like ok.. 20 marks is done another 30 marks i need to write so that i can manage a 35.. giving the evaluator a luxury of 15 marks.. but i didn’t know answer to any other question.. panic stuck me for a moment.. i took a time out.. counted the number of pages in the answer booklet.. marked a page to indicate the middle of the booklet.. and looked around.. everyone was writing.. my close friend was almost inside her answer booklet.. Invigilator gave me some looks which i ignored and turned my eyes to q- paper.. decided to fill half the answer booklet with something i know abt the subject which i studied in that 50-70 pages.. i started answering all the questions.. it was like when asked to write an essay on cow.. u tie the cow to a coconut tree and u write abt the tree as u know only abt the tree.. all equations derivations everything.. we have 8 questions each of 20 marks.. and out of which we have to answer 5.. i ended up answering 8 questions and was writing till the long bell.. after the examination was finished.. i did the next best thing to save my sinking titanic SSD.. visited temple.. promised to offer coconuts to God if i pass.. Phew!!!!!!!!<br />BE exams were fun.. if the q-paper was easy no one will talk much.. if in case it was difficult.. we used to laugh uncontrollably..<br />Wat i followed<br />• Never carry book to the college or school on exam days excepting to put some final knowledge into my head at the nth hour.. ( anju and archi used to hate me for disturbing them at the nth hour studies :P)<br />• Go to exam on time not before.. a little late is also ok.. but never too early<br />• Never discuss anything of the subject before entering the hall.. talk funny thing.. keep ur mood light<br />• Once the exam is over.. don’t stay back and discuss on the questions.. we have next exam to see. Past is past.. no point in banging ur head on it..<br />• Once exams are over live free till the results are out<br />• Once the results are out.. use ur common sense.. Its gud to have curiosity to know how much u fooled the evaluator but it’s not wise to be anxious abt the same.. no one better than u know abt ur fate<br />• 90% of my results were actually informed to me by my friends as i never bothered to go and check.. a million thanks Archi.. If u were not there i don’t think i would have ever know my results on the announced day it self..( she even used to take print out of the same and hand it over to me.. which i promptly tossed off somewhere..)<br />• Even if u are scared to hell abt ur exams.. understand it’s ur problem.. u brought urself to this situation.. take responsibility and don’t pass ur tension to ur parents.. my dad and mom always said a “all the best” and blessed me.. after exams both ask how was it.. to which i would say..” i wrote wat i knew”.. dad wil say “thats wat was excepted na”.. mom will sigh and say.. “God knows”<br />• If u fail in exams.. its not the end of the world.. if u have failed once ever in life.. u’ll go through that.. humiliation, that extra sympathy thrown at u by ur friends.. its true even friends will not know how to react when u act cranky abt it.. so prepare for it next time and don’t spoil ur friends mood..<br />• Committing suicide is the last thing if u fail.. its simple.. when u fail u are actually demonstration it to people that ur way was a wrong ways they should be thankful to u..<br />• Finally if u cleared it.. don’t go out and shout to the world u did it.. thank God, thank ur gud stars, thank ur luck and move further<br />I have stopped writing exams once in 6 months or on monthly basis.. now i face it daily.. with the roller coaster of my life till know i have seen gud 26 years of life.. I consider myself Gods favorite child.. because i have lived up to wat i wanted myself to be.. without much hassle..<br />P.S: Vinnie if u are commenting here.. stick to the twitter rule.. 140 letter not even one extra.. :PAnishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530822260160884089noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411046578060909239.post-8288357343328681012012-04-13T16:32:00.002+05:302012-04-13T17:01:06.638+05:30Self tagging :PSaw this tag somewhere and picked it up as i'm jobless.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">1. Yourself:</span> Single, straight in all sense, Scorpion, bangalorean, funny and fun loving, try to be relaxed and happy.. errrr lazy...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">2. Your boyfriend/spouse:</span> None<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">3. Your hair:</span> black, little softened but even that looks a curly mess.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">4. Your mother:</span> one who believes i dono anything and i need her advice and guidance in every smallest step of my life.. at times she's true but not always..<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">5. Your father:</span>one person who can stand strong by my side to all the wrong steps i took in front of the world defending me and back at home defeating me when i try arguing i was right.. he's the reason for the maximum portion of my secure feeling in life...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">6. Your favorite item:</span> Myself.. and waterver i love at that movement.. right now its my Pc,Scooter,Phone,I pod.. etc..<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">7. Your dream last night:</span> I was at Ooty and fighting with a giant fellow to save my 2 scoops of new flavor ice cream.. which i couldn't taste thanks to my alarm...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">8. Your favorite drink:</span> Water.. At least during summer<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">9. Your dream car:</span> Land rover<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">10. The room you are in:</span> not a room.. my own cubi..<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">11. Your ex: </span>someone i dont like to talk abt :P<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">12. Your fear:</span> Heartbreak.. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">13. What do you want to be in 10 years?</span> Actually... Grown up<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">14. Who you hung out with last night(Saturday) ?</span> A couple of engineering classmates on sunday.. saturday was a sober one.. friday with mom and dad.. yeah.. we are a gang :P<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">15. What you're not?</span> manipulative and manipulatable..<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">16. Muffins:</span> chocolate muffins<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">17. One of your wish list items:</span> A sensible manager<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">18. Time:</span> running out of hand..<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">19. The last thing you did:</span> had lunch and was victimized for managerial atthyachar<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">20. What are you wearing?</span> kurti and leggings<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">21. Your favorite weather:</span> Rainy one<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">22. Your favorite book:</span> ok.. now we need to create a collection of the object book :P<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">23. The last thing you ate:</span> McD scipy paneer burgger.. I'm dieting u see<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">24. Your life:</span> Uncertain<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">25. Your mood:</span> A Little irritated and enlightened :P<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">26. Your best friend:</span> this is a killer one.. i have a lot and lots of good friends if i select one of them as best.. i'm gonna die the next minute i publish this..<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">27. What are you thinking about right now?</span> a good Nap and abt cleaning my trash can err house<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">28. Your car:</span> need to buy one<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">29. What are you doing at the moment?</span> making fun of someone<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">30. Your summer:</span> Skin tans and sun burns :(<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">31. Your relationship status:</span> Single<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">32. What is on your TV?</span> some music channel and on my PC a movie or You tube videos.. I luv multi-watching<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">33. What is the weather like?</span> Sunny<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">34. When is the last time you laughed? </span>TodayAnishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530822260160884089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411046578060909239.post-87150388454817068882011-12-26T06:06:00.002+05:302011-12-26T06:11:50.200+05:30My Adventurous China ExpeditionOK... before anyone start ringing me saying... “anisha.. u went to china... didn’t let me know.. how mean.. I would have asked u to get some fried cockroaches...” firstly.. People.. Have home food.. try preparing them at home... Secondly... I didn’t actually go to china...It’s just that yesterday night while I was deep in sleep I just happened to be there in my subconscious mind... ok... enough of bheja fry... in short I meant I had a dream.. kinda roller coaster one in china..<br />Since it’s a dream... you won’t find logic... (Don’t u dare say... “Dear 90% of what u do won’t have it”) I’m writing it now because after 2 days I may not properly remember what all happened... I don’t exactly know y I was there.. I actually got into Bangalore metro with few buddies for the first time... and when I got out of it... I was in china all alone... I was LOST IN CHINA...<br />I dono exactly where in China (i was lost may be that’s y) I tried asking people... “Which way leads me to India??” they knew only Chinese language... They replied to me politely in that... even if they had said something rude also I wouldn’t have got it.. I said I understand English no Chinese.. They still stuck to Chinese... I mean how bad... if it was here on hearing English anyone could have managed to say a “take left/right” at least they can use their hands for indicating directions... but no... They won’t... I asked so many people... But felt I’m asking the same persons again and again.. All answered me in that “i-dono” language and all appeared to be from the same family...( cheeni cheeni bhai bhai)<br />I prayed to GOD please help me... How will I get out of this place.. I forgot to mention... there is a chase sequence as well... I dono who for what on earth was chasing me to death... (I have no enemies or friends back in china) So, in short... “meri baandh bajj chuki thi” <br />In between I had lunch from a Chinese hotel... I don’t remember what I ordered... but I paid them 360 INR... FOREX didn’t mind there I guess... Then came the best part... my saviour was chosen by God... Mr. Will Smith... U won’t believe it.. He bashed the goons and saved me... (yupieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! I couldn’t have ask for a better dream.. This is the main point y I thought I should write it down and let the world know) Logically speaking it should have been SRK since from days he’s everywhere on TV and I’m a fan of SRK ( people saying.. “anisha grow up.. sarsoke kethwale scene ke din ab gaye..” listen.. “I WON’T GROW UP”)... My luck got me the best... He was in “I am Legend” look.. I thank my good stars he avoided to bring that dog along..<br />I told him... I’m lost there... and I’m in danger... He said he’ll try his best to help me out.. He asked some Chinese people in their language... (Maybe he learnt while jade’s karate kid) and told to me... the way to reach India...<br />The route was... “I have to cross the Great Wall of China... and it’s India on the other side of the wall..” Can u believe it??? Well I did... I said ok... <br />Thing is I knew the way to great wall of china.. I thanked Will and left... next thing I remember is I was walking over the Great Wall of China... (Wasn’t I supposed to cross it...? I have no clue of what was I doing over it...) I walked the full stretch of the wall.. I reached the dead end... and suddenly I realised I have lost 5 Kgs.. I dono hw... I was so happy.. I called a friend of mine... (Who preaches me dieting) right from the wall and said... “Hey listen... guess what... I lost 5 Kgs...” she said “kudos... keep the good work going...” (Did she mean to say... I need to keep walking over the wall???) <br />Well I don’t remember anything after that... Or may be I broke off the dream by waking up... Whatever... The first thing in the morning I did was to walk up to my weighting machine and check my weight... and Bloody hell 5 Kgs were back Anishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530822260160884089noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411046578060909239.post-60668839589022470002011-09-05T20:58:00.000+05:302011-09-05T20:59:32.030+05:30You Dirty Dog!!!I want to dedicate this post of mine to all the stray dogs anywhere and everywhere.. I hate them.. I hate them.. I hate them.. I hate them.. I hate them.. So now u know exactly what I feel abt them and the depth of my feeling…<br />I belong to DVG where stray dogs are there, but considerably the population of stray pigs is more and the most watched scene was stray dogs chasing stray pigs. So I rarely had much issues with them, except once.<br /> Then I was riding my cycle on my way to tuitions early in the morning, a dog came running behind me. His/her(I never got the luxury of time to clearly make out) mouth with that tongue that was falling out almost near my feet.. I was speeding off with my bicycle in a downward slope. I never thought abt applying breaks after I saw it chasing me. Finally it came with me till DRM Science College. It directly went near canteen. After making me scream and run for my life and breaking a spoke in my bicycle’s wheel, it was on its way to have its breakfast. It might have got enough entertainment, I’m not sure. But the people in and around that area had.. Grrrrrr.. That four leg one tail fellow embarrassed me.. <br />While I was at DVG, I heard and read abt the stray dogs attacking small kids in Bangalore.. My blood boiled with anger. Later it cooled down as I thought neither I was staying there nor was I a kid so that it could attack and get away with it..<br />I landed at the IT Capital and troubles shot up for me b’coz of this 4 leg 1 tail fellow..<br />• If I buy anything to feed myself on, like may be a piece of black forest cake(yummy..) this fellow with its nose will know what I have in my carry bag and chase me to get away with the prize.. my food.. I bought it for me u DOG, not for u.. And I bought it because I was hungry and the way u look, u seem to have a feast every hour a day.<br />• Later I thought let me have it at the bakery only, standing there. It’ll not chase me. When I bought something, this moron who was around that place, started to hop around me. Which made me scared and go hoping too. Eventually I dropped and he caught. Again MY FOOD..<br />• I felt like having chicken biriyani. Had got the recipe so thought of making it. Went to buy some raw chicken. While coming back I saw 4-5 dogs waiting for me. This time I asked the guy in the store almost begging holding his feet(virtually) please accompany me till my home.. He started laughing saying. No it won’t do anything. (When did I say it’ll do something to u? I have my reasons dude. ) finally after making fun of me with others he came with me.. Embarrassment!!<br />• I love walking listening to music. I was walking a day happily to my home ( I was happy b’cos I was early from office that day) my hands were in sync with my legs and I was in total rhythm of the music.. Suddenly I felt my left hand tip moist and touching something soft. I just slowing, in rhythm with the music turned to check it.. I saw a stray dog licking my fingers.. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggghhhhhhhhhhhhr.. I screamed.. Jumped.. Sprinted.. Howled.. (Completely not in sync with the music) and the dog came chasing me. Then few men and a lady came to my rescue. There were nearly 25-30 on lookers.. Laughing.. The lady offered her hand to it.. Yuk!!! She said it’s a sweet dog.. Who knows she might have licked it too. Yuk… <br />• A friend of mine was attacked by 3 huge stray dogs and was on sick leave.. I visited her.. she showed few marks also..(She won an appreciation for bravery from office 4 fighting with dogs, I prefer giving it a miss.. than fighting with those creatures..) <br />• I read abt a 2-3 year kid becoming food for some dogs. Horrible!!<br /><br />The list is never ending. The number of times.. I screamed for help, the amount of food I unwillingly fed them with, , Amount of fear in me for them which all eventually took the form of hatred without boundaries towards them..<br />Every day I’ll have encounters with them. Morning while I need to take my vehicle out I see one sir/madam laying in front of the gate as the place is registered under his/her name.. When i make enough. Aye.. usshh.. hats.. he or she will move off. At office there are so many stray dogs inside the compound wall(even after having a cow catch laid out at the entrance). They shit in the parking area and dirty the place.. They quarrel there.. They actually live there.. I was a lot pissed off with that.. I came to know one fine day that they are adopted stray dogs and are adopted by my wing’s head and his cabin is just a 5-6 steps from my cubi.. Felt like walking up to him and hitting him. But I really needed this job and while leaving a good record here. Y can’t he take them to his home and give them a better living?? Grrrrrrrr………<br />All u people supporting and sympathizing for stray dogs like few NGOs.. U r ideas of birth control on strays are not welcomed..(Thing is they operate the dogs and leave them. Dogs bearing that pain will take any human as an enemy later for few day and attack. Something kinda happened with my friend) If u really care, adopt them. TAKE THEM TO UR PRIVATLY OWNED PLACE and take care of them. U can later sell of their puppies else u do birth control surgeries there. So many kids are attacked. It might be ur kid also one day. I don’t buy the idea of giving stray dogs importance than a human kid..<br />If the fear is of extinction of stray dogs.. I don’t think it’ll happen … dog lovers can adopt one of these kinds than buying fancy ones(All are dogs eventually) which will be better than sympathizing on them and putting other people’s life in danger . I mean If u really care, take care of them, else keep quiet and let others do it in their way.<br />I may sound selfish here. Don’t think otherwise, I’m, very much. When it comes to ur safety and life if u r a little selfish I don’t think it’s a sin. Isn’t it?Anishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530822260160884089noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411046578060909239.post-11015849133473111492011-04-11T14:33:00.001+05:302011-04-11T14:42:00.418+05:30Training ManiaSo its 1 month in a new organization... Got few friends (very few compared to my Previous company). During this one months wat all I did here??? I had lunch here (priority basis food comes first for me always), I chatted online and offline.. wrote tests, cleared them (yes I kinda master the task of writing exam no matter wat the subject is) I attended Trainings <br />God Trainings are so so a no no for me. First day was ok, not that the trainer was good/good looking I had the excitement of being in the org for the first time. Curious to know more kinda. Second day I realized, ALL IT COMPANIES HAVE THE SAME PORTFOLIO. So was like the person training will again say good things abt the company that I doubt even exists virtually.<br />Then came the torture. Finance basics training. I know the company pays me I have an account in a bank and a debt card; I draw money, Pay bills. That’s all is my relationship with Finance. Suddenly I was forced to know more abt it as the domain demands it and worst was I had to clear a test (max 3 attempts) abt the same. My state was like cycle tube without air... tussssssssssssssssss!!! I felt basically it’s a dry subject during the training(but after that when I actually studied it, it was quiet ok for me.. thanks to the sums part of it, without numbers I find every subject boring)<br />They had shortage of trainers or so. Hence they used to play a video of one person teaching with PPT (the person was not in the frame only voice). That was the first day. I was little tensed 'if I flunk. OMG. I have to get to know wat it is' kinda. I started concentrating, latter I tried concentrating, finally I got tired of concentrating and I gave up. The PC I was given had no internet. I searched for games and I found it. Thank God. I helped the monks and monsters cross the river, Caught eggs, Shot gooses (Animal rights people it’s virtual. So plz spare me), Killed terrorist, played tennis. But the best was a color ball game. I don’t know its name. I had a rage to create high scores in it. In short I somehow sat through the session. Then that evening there was one guy who’ll clear our doubts on the training stuffs we had. He asked a few question I was sitting as if the question are not for me. Few Finance folks were answering. He gave 2 sums to solve. I too took down the question never bothered to solve it.<br />Next day again video training full day. So I again caught eggs, Shot gooses, Color ball game, Tennis and a new one sketch ur boss, I found gender discrimination there. Boss can be even a lady. I had a big time issue with the 2 lady bosses I had. So that game was of no fun to me. I called few friends from previous org and started chatting. A friend was getting engaged too. So a lot of interesting thing to talk abt. Somehow that day was done.<br />Next day again half day video training and the rest half interactive. In the interactive session I was sitting in the second row since no one had bothered to sit in the first row. I was virtually sitting in the first row. The person was explaining things well. I understood few things also. He used to ask few question say yes/no kind, and look at my face. I had a plastic face then (no expression). I was not nodding my head in acceptance or the other way. The man gave me this look for 5-6 times then he ignored me. I felt pity for him.<br />In training hall we’ll find so many people. The trainer classifies then as Listeners, Non listeners and no questions from them don’t listen but ask questions. But as a trainee I see a lot of categories.<br />• Sleep off types... I don’t care who feels wat abt me... I’m too tired to know kinds.<br />• Sleepy but have not lot it to the sleep... If u manage to find someone of this type in the class trust me u’ll be having fun. They are feeling sleepy but try to be awake for the sake of may be the trainer or to avoid attention from other trainees who’ll start giggling.<br />• Lost types... One who’s completely lost and gone to swizz gardens running there into the arms of Shahrukh Khan and suddenly Shahrukh utters ur name and ask u to stand up… bang the head.. Scene shifts quickly to the class room and Shahrukh turns to old prof.<br />• Half lost type... They’ll simply keep nodding their head in acceptance (only acceptance) they’ll be off the place in their mind.. Wat to cook 4 dinner today? That lady said this... wat might be meaning by that exactly... I’m Losing a lot of hair... Sachin should have got that ball to the boundary... My kids score is not that good… and all possible things.<br />• Restless kinds... they keep on shifting their position on the chair... lean back once lean forward once... checking mobiles for sms... checking mails..<br />• Searching for interesting stuffs... If the subject is not making interesting... look at the tutor’s nose tip... funny gestures... count the repeating word by him say number of “Oks”... Number of “Let’s see”... Look for the “sleepy but have not lost it to sleep” kinda and show the discovery to others…<br />• Last but not the least... the one who sit there for actual purpose...<br />Now which one I belong??? It’s obvious the Searching for interesting stuffs… <br />My thesis is of no use to anyone. Still any more categories that I have missed can be brought to my notice here, but still the thesis will be useless :PAnishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530822260160884089noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411046578060909239.post-88243193531908593172011-02-12T00:11:00.004+05:302011-02-15T00:18:41.177+05:30Nostalgia of learningWell.. I’m moving out of my first company to my second.. I feel good and bad.. and at time.. it doesn’t feel anything... It remands me of days of schools and colleges... <br />Funny part is when u join a school/college u know u’ll be out of the place after certain period..( well if u really piss off the teachers they’ll send u a bit early.. but if u need to take ur own time to study things.. u can have a late departure.. one more scenario is double promotions.. which was/is not in my bandwidth ,so I don’t talk abt it)Still when it’s the last day u feel like staying back there forever...<br />U miss friends.. u miss masti.. u miss the classrooms.. u miss ur teachers(few yes.. few others u prefer not to see again),u miss the subjects(no... this is not true.. at least for me who hated Social science, Drawing, SUPW... it isn’t) The very famous dialogue u will utter is “ I didn’t notice the time flying. All went off so fast” When u know 1year is 365 and 1/4 days.<br />I too feel the same and even say the stupid thing again and again at each pre-planned departures.. Well .. now I start thinking of my initial days of school..<br />I lost an year in my education.. LKG.. Due to personal reasons i couldn’t attend(Wow i had personal reasons in my KGs.. thats Awesome.)I was directly put to UKG.. My mom taught me stuffs that r to be taught in LKG.. After all she’s B.Sc ,B.Ed.. It was my first interview ever.. I was taken to a place having high compound walls.. a big gate and lots of creatures like me... I had no clue y was dad taking me here.. I had never thought of going to school.. Well none of us have joined school after thinking about it.. I was taken inside a room where a tall lady with curly hair was sitting.. Dad knocked the door and asked.. “ May i come in ma’am”.. She replied “yes”.. We went inside.. she asked us to sit.. We sat.. Dad and the ma’am started discussing something in Kannada.. which i didnt know back then... Then she looked at me and smiled... I smiled back..<br />She asked me my first question “what’s your name?” I knew the answer.. i replied “My name is Anisha B Nair”.. I seriously had no clue who or what is Anisha B Nair... I was addressed by my pet name Anu everywhere then... She was impressed.. She passed me a book... I was happy to see the book.. because i had the same book at home.. I was like... “hey... my book”.<br />She opened it and asked me to read.. It was my hobby to read that book at least 25 times a day as if i’m reading Bhagavad Gita.. I took the book and started reading.. “A for Apple.. B for Ball...” i kept on reading till she said “very good”. She turned to my dad and said something... He nodded.. she nodded.. rest i dont remember..<br />We finally got out of the room.. One more lady came and was talking in tamil... Dad started talking to her . He said “ take care of her” in tamil . That lady turned to me and asked “peru enda?” It was malayalam in tamil actually.. I replied “Anu” ( i told u .. Anisha was a stranger to me).<br />They took me to a room... A big room with lot of kids and a lady.. that lady came out of the room talked to my dad.. said “yes yes” and took me inside the room... She made me sit on the first bench of left corner.. Next to a girl... Who was full smiling.. I turned back to the doors sitting there.. Saw my dad standing and waving me bye.. I was like “Eh?” he then left.. I craned my neck to see him leaving through the gate.. <br />Now i was totally alone in this place which i didnt know is a school... I saw many kids.. all were staring at me... Ma’am addressed the kids and said something.. ending it with “Anisha” and all clapped... I had no idea it was for me.. I sat there.. the girl next to me..Was a lot talkative.. she asked me something is Kannada.. I gave her a “i dono” look and turned back to ma’am.. she again asked me something.. i repeated my previous action... She and some other girls giggled... <br />I dont rem how the day went off later... I was back at home.. where mom asked me “how was it?” questions.. When I was thinking “wat was it /why was it?”. I told her everyone is saying something which i’m not understanding... At that time maximum kannada.. I knew was A—amma,AA-aane.. as mom (who learnt kannada to teach me) taught me.. but no one was speaking.. A-amma,AA-aane...<br />Dad said "she need to learn few kannada words she’ll be fine".. UKG before mid term was the time when u could mark in the history as “existence of silent(not talkative) Anisha( I know it's me now)”.. After that, i was having the highest record of being thrown out of the class, Made to stand up on the bench.. Made to stand in corner.. just for talking in class and making noise... even my teacher say the same to me now when i meet them...<br />Memories of those six months are less which include.. Kids not including me in games, not talking to me, not making friends with me and such i learnt my initial kannada.. “missige heltheeni” meaning “I’ll tell to ma’am” On saying which.... all was well..... <br />But I still take it to be my biggest achievement to give my last speech in the school (during 7th grade, Send off) in Kannada without a script... That’s the biggest ever I learnt from any school/college..Anishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530822260160884089noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411046578060909239.post-4089650748915454742010-12-29T22:19:00.001+05:302010-12-29T22:23:32.449+05:30A 25 Marks answer on Indian cinema!!!Hmmm... thought of writing about this long time back. Since this subject is always cumulative have to wait to learn more till you finally pen it down. But I realised how many ever years pass, how many ever stars fade by, the base line of Indian cinema stories will be the same. Few typical movies are<br /><br />1 family drama movies: Sooraj Barjatya ones.<br />Movie kam gana bajaana jaada... u never know y they start singing.. hero meets heroine song.. his bro meets her sis.. sing and dance.. both families meet sing and dance... now his bro proposes to her sister.. still hero and heroine will sing and dance ( confused!! I never understand y always they are singing??!!)<br />Then marriage 3-4 singing and dancing... then kill anyone.. or bring some sad situation.. now only sing holding pillars and dried, leaves shredded trees... tears rolling... cut..<br />Someone will realise their mistake and then back to happy family... final sing and dance with a happy family picture at the end everyone laughing, when the clown in the movie cracks the worst possible joke ever( driving u out of the theatres.... ).<br /><br />2. Again family drama, but I call it flash back movie:<br />Let’s call it the great Rakhi movie( I dedicate this to her for her “mere bete ayenge.. mere karan arjun ayenge..” dialogues... I felt like burying her alive....)<br />Happy family... mom ,dad and variable number of children....( depends how u have the twist latter) Enter villain.. he/she enter seeking help or as a relative of this family or close to this family.. eyeing the grand wealth they own.. thadaaaaaaash.. one fine day he snatches everything from them(90% he kills the father) and leaves the widowed mother and kids.. observation goes Rakhi’s happiness was destroyed by Ambrish puri in most movies I watched... ;)<br />Now twist... suddenly mom falls ill.. bro 1 runs north to get doctor and bro2 run south to get doctor. After 20 years bro1 will be Amitabh Bachan and bro2 Rajnikantha :P(my movie is a hit!!! 500 crore project!!). After 20 years they meet in a boat, train, bus where ever possible and fight. Later find out they are bros.. how?????<br />Simple flashback...20years back they had their mom’s passport photo torn into halves. Each having a half of it... when they join it after 20 years they have passport photo of rakhi... :P(CUT IT!!!!)<br />Now revenge... go hit Ambrish Puri.. while hitting.. first heroes get hit badly.. then suddenly when they see their blood they are reminded of how their dad was killed, mom abused.. blah blah blah... and dishum dishum dishum... By then, they would have found their mom and respective wives to be. So, the end with a happy family “ say cheese” photo.<br /><br />3.twins magic!!!<br />Hilarious ones!! Seetha aur geetha,chaalbaz,and likes... u twins separated... one will be suppressed and the other will be suppressive.... funny part of such movies is when they both meet and say “ you look exactly like me” and at theatres people will be “ wow!! Wonderful!!” .Hello people Sridevi== Sridevi will return always true. One more part is they both WILL exchange their locations to teach the negative(observation here is there will be a gang of negative roles here, not a single one. One negative page 3 kinda aunt is also available for sure) people a lesson!<br /><br />4. Bhoot movie<br />Ladies will be the bhoot always...( I think men should apply for a 33% reservation there!! ;)) .They prefer white sarees... (I would suggest the idea of using them in surf excel, areal and tide ads.. I mean they are the high priority customers...)They leave their hair loose... and best part.. they sing song that are all time hit!!!! My question.... y do they sing song??? That too at odd times.... But one thing I appreciate about this kind of movie (thanks to the Hollywood counterparts.. )they are evolving.. from just entering human bodies now a days they enter TV, Mobile, elevators, Escalators all possible things...<br /><br />5.Suspense/thriller/crime movies<br />These movie day by day are getting stupid. Forget of movie for a minute CID is a serial that is featured in Sony entertainment television. Idiocy is at top. We just buy it saying may be in future tech will improve this much.. Imagine one day one of our client a hard fan of such a movie coming to us to develop something like that... Our firms will accept is saying most challenging project... Think of our plight... Hence these movies should be banned... IT professional should submit a memo to the govt to take action against such movie.. else like farmer today we may find S/w enggs committing suicide.. <br /><br />6.Love story<br />Poor boy rich girl (if audience demand a different love story or a variety swap them I mean rich boy poor girl) and they meet in train, bus, auto, disco ,temple depending upon the easily available place for shooting. Then the villain will be the rich dad of course... he’ll offer a suitcase full of money( they open it and show each time to give the clarity for audience) then ask the hero to forget heroine(90% money is offered to heroes).. Hero rejects... result.. kidnap of his family members( mostly mother or a bin bihaayi behen) then chase and dishum dishum. Finally at the end dad accepts their love.. moral “laathoke bhoot, bathonse nahi maanthe” in short... CRAP!!!<br /><br />7.Police or social responsibility<br />Issue??? anything .Our country is full of issue. So this type of movie owes variety... the hero “ONE MAN ARMY” takes the responsibility to clean the city, at times the country from evil deeds(villain’s bread and butter)He’s sure to have a sister and/or mom for the senti scenes.. Kidnap chase, dishum dishum as usual.. only change is here and there we can have court scenes(I love those “your honour” dialogues) else drag in media ( few photographers and journalists) to ask opinions about the hero to common man.( they’ll say he’s Bhagwan)<br /><br />8. Brother/sister senti<br />One big bro or sis (rarely still does we have a few) will do anything and everything for his/her siblings. One fine day the siblings forget what their Bro/sis had done for them( audience should say... “how mean”) and another finer day they remember what they forgot.. The End.<br /><br />9. Mahabharata/Ramayana <br />I don’t need to say ,u guys can guess it!! Here we already have a script ready...<br /><br />Other than these we have really different / hatke movies.. countable ones though... Still I love Indian Cinema (after all it’s so predictable!!!! ) .Anishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530822260160884089noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411046578060909239.post-25861072709512548102010-10-20T13:47:00.002+05:302010-10-21T22:26:05.376+05:303 Cheers to Banglore!!!!Yup its 3 years… seems it was yesterday when my dad dropped me in this crowded city and left. 3 years of new friends, 3 years of new responsibilities, 3 years of profession, 3 years of changes in personal life. Ups and downs , forwards and backwards, left and rights of these 3 years in my life, I had one thing in common was this city. I believe it supported me a lot. I love Bangalore!!!!<br /><br />I remember the day I packed my bags and came to this city,for once and for all. My dad got me in to a paying guest accommodation (suffocated living I would rather say). Good we had a stay of a week in a transit for a week or so. We 4 girls (me, Archi, Manu and Sherya) had awesome fun at “transit living”. Even today whenever I pass by the building I feel “hey… It’s still there” (and believe me I should ask this… we had rats there in that accommodation.. that to huge ones… they were like terrors for us). I made few new friends there who were like friends for ever. Indu, Femy, Prathibha, Bilky (sorry if I missed any here). In office I got some more friends like Sumathi,Shalilesh,Shine, Paru, Madhu,Prateek,Nithin,Mohan,Chathan, Luttu, Hashim and all.<br />Then a life in PG. We three sharing a room. Manu, Archi and me. Our guest to the room was Soujanya the new entry to our gang from the next room. She was Archi’s friend and worked in our firm. She was traumatized by some working women’s hostel warden so she had to run from there and joined our PG (which we were traumatized by) Poor girl she was an odd one out. She was serious about her life career and all… which none of us were. She took some time to adjust with us. But she was amicable. Then the PG remained of Raksha, Sandhya and Priyadarshini.<br />Food and hygiene was an issue for me at PG. I remember the PG aunty and me fighting for the number for chapatis (and I calling a friend who spent almost his 6 years in hostel by then to cry out my heart on this, He in turn made a big comedy on that), how she used to have whole of her family and extended families invited to the PG during the weekends when all the girls were at home. We almost went out on every weekend to avoid sitting in PG and get irritated. PG WAS A HELL!!!<br />Then finally we decided “PG aunty will never improve. Will take an independent house and will move on to live there.”<br />We 4 got a rented house (where Soujanya is still staying I believe). It was a freedom to live, speak, learn laugh.. good… each one of us miss it even today. It was good. There also we had “AUNTY” but a different one… here the problem was “stopping problem”. She can go nonstop with her blah blah blah… anyone’s encounter with AUNTY will be a fun for all others… she used to tell same thing again and again…may be “short term memory loss” “GHAJINI”. My encounter were limited as I had my Late nights at office on a full course. I used to leave at 6 am and come at 4 am next day morning. Now I don’t do that. Learning lessons from experience is good!!!;)<br /> Her husband was a fatherly figure to all us. Soft and less spoken person. We had a guest for a few days stay there Rekha. She never used to speak anything. I believe we never gave a chance. Preparing for KAS. She didn’t clear that time I guess.. no wonder I, Manu and Archi were there na.<br />Later one by one we got married and our life drifted apart. Then I shifted to KR Puram. BMTC travel started here. BMTC travels and adventures have already made entries here.<br />I dono what was my problem in bus. I was always in a mood of jumping off the bus even before the bus comes to my stop. After jumping I would wonder “where I’m?” <br />Later transfer to Banshankari office to Silk borad office. Attending interviews. Getting jobs in different cities. But never want to leave Bangalore. Not because I’m settled here. Not it’s the IT hub. I like it.<br />Then back to West campus. Shifting to vijaynagar back. Then shifting to Bannergatta road house. All fun. <br />Now negative of this city as all say I to have to say:<br />Traffic is sick I agree but u see a point in it. In office u r a professional ,at home u are a total homely person. So u need a mental transition from one to another which needs time. Take the time while u r stuck up in a jam. Finish thinking about ur office stuffs and start thing of ur home while leaving office. While leaving home do the reverse process. (it doesn’t work every time . Still u can try. For few it may work)<br />Water is a big issue in Bangalore. I begged BWSSB to provide water and they said “2012 madam u’ll get”. I want them to watch the movie “2012”. <br />Electricity in summer when u need to run ur fan and AC u’ll not have it. I called the KEB line man and asked him y is it so he said “CM has to get it” I asked from where “from kerala” . I asked my cousins staying there ..they said they have power cuts. I thought may be our CM might have taken it from there and is on his way back. ;)<br />Price of almost everything is high. U can’t complain on this. Because u taught them u can give them more so they ask u. Bloody thing… didn’t recession hit them eh?<br />Auto!!!???? Auto driver have a meter which will be on “ayudha pooja for 365 and a ¼ day” they always say 20rs, 40rs if u say “meter haaki” response “agalla madam”. Normal auto conversations here<br />U: majestic?<br />He: no<br />U:y?<br />He: they’ll have pre paid system and we have to stand there madam<br />U: u just leave me outside it<br />He: it’s to far. My house is nearby here. It’s late. I have to go home. (If u have to go home. What r u doing here ? y cant u go and sleep back home?)<br />U: please?<br />He: 250Rs<br />U: meter?<br />He: no madam<br />U: 250 too much<br />He: then I can’t come.<br />U: ok 200Rs please. I may miss my bus<br />He: 230Rs last madam<br />U: ok.<br />U may feel u pay extra for talking so long with a useless not so hardworking idiot and being dropped at a distance away from your destination. Made a fool out of urself easily.<br />Other than the people and the system the city is good (don’t ask me wat’s left other than the people and the system. Weather, place, malls so many things are there.. find it urself)<br />3 Years in Bangalore was worth living and was a great learning in life!!! Hope I would see it with its metro running some day or rather put it “Living to see Bangalore with Namma metro on rails!!!!”Anishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530822260160884089noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411046578060909239.post-66181142944703021922010-05-03T17:48:00.000+05:302010-05-03T17:49:36.071+05:30I learnt I can make people laugh.Hi! The 117 story was a hit don’t know if it was the post or the popularity of 117… anyways thanks. After that post I thought I should write about this “big on stage blunder” I did in collage with 117!!! Many of our buddies know the incident, but don’t know what exactly happened there. Many might after reading this will ask me a question “REALLY????”<br /><br />It happened in our final year. Some fest from our dept was happening and we both were in the ORGANISING side. Now don’t ask me “how did u get there?”, “who the hell got 2 dumbos into organizing?” It was like a gang thing. Ours was a big gang so what ever happened in the dept it was by default organized by us. Hence we being a part of that big gang were put to do the organizing.<br />Well the thing was a simple paper presentation competition. As we were 4 of us ,less blunders happened (but still few things happened!! You see we never allow things to be normal) <br />There are so many things coming to my mind about that fest… Tabu’s antyakshari was fun. I and 117 almost fought on the Hum Aapke Kaun Hai dog’s name, just to know its name was “Tuffy!” Tabu made antyaksari tough for us <br />The situation which I want to put here is not all these. It was the last item from our batch. Idea was again by “Tabu, the great”. She said that it should be interesting at the end ,than just a lot of speeches and vote of thanks. She said it’ll be better if we, “ the final years” perform a skit. I knew, I was pathetic at acting. In school I was kicked out of a drama. It was the tale of Cinderella. I was supposed to play Cinderella’s step mother. Kahani mei twist was, Cinderella was my friend. Why was I thrown out??? Cos Cinderella used to laugh when ever her step mom (ME) used to beat her…………….Finally my teachers found that Cinderella and step mom are actually having fun, they replaced me. DHANNN! There ends my acting. <br />Now suddenly I thought “Hey It was long back in primary I did all such thing. Now I’m almost about to get graduated. I may have acquired the talent of acting.” Tabu had almost like 5 to 6 skits. So she wanted different people to act in each one. She was very choosy about the actors (But as we were her friends may be she didn’t have a choice!! Well…. who knows that.. yup Tabu knows ;) )<br />Then finally I got into a skit along with 117. Skit was like….A wealthy man comes to purchase a bungalow and tells to a person near that its fine blah blah blah and that he wants buy it. Finally he asks the person “Per meine suna hai ki yahan pe bhoot raha karthee hai?” for that the person replies “Mujhe kya patha. Mujhe tho mare hue 20 saal hogaye”<br />Well these were not the original dialogues. Tabu sorry for editing your skits dialogues. Actually the part of the wealthy man was offered to me. But I turned it down…Why???? Due to date issues …...No due to dialogue issues. Dialogues were too lengthy and I was not able to remember them and Tabu was rigid on the words being used, hence my idea of using synonyms was put off. Tabu was sad, still she said ok. (she was sad as she thought the ghost role suits 117 more than me!!!!)<br />So finally I was supposed to play a ghost with just a dialogue!!!! Simple na!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!! Please. I couldn’t even say that dialogue. I said that I want it to be cut short. Tabu agreed! Still I’m not through. I said “hey whats in words Tabu. It should be ok with the synonyms also. Main point is people should understand na? I think we can go with my own dialogue which means the same as the original” Tabu was totally off. She was fixed on one thing “Anyways she’ll do whatever she likes. She has almost spoiled my play. What’s the point in holding on words?” Other who were there during the rehearsals were also pissssssssssssssssed of that they also started pressuring Tabu to accept. They might be thinking “areee……. That skit is gone……. forget that… we have ours. So let’s practice them.” Tabu said “YES!!!” So It was almost “mera man maani” than Tabu’s skit. I somehow was happy I’m saying the dialogue now (Actually I was saying what I see as a dialogue.)<br />Finally it was lunch time. So I went home for lunch. I told mom, sis and dad that I was going to act today. Dad was as normal started mocking. Others joined. I never take their opinion because they tell me the truth. I told mom I want to make it more real and I should look like a ghost. She said no need for makeup u look one naturally. Truth is always bitter!!! But damn thing is still a truth.<br />I had lunch and returned. Rehearsals were on full swing. I too rehearsed (WHAT??? I don’t know.) Then as the rest part of the fest was happening. We went to see it. Being a part of the audience and passing funny comments was easy!!! And lovely!!! Then the whole thing was over with vote of thanks.<br /><br />Now show time!!!!! Tabu, the director, was ready with her script and actors. She had a series of skits and had arranged it in a sequence. So mine was last but one skit. So we had time. The skit before mine was of Vinay. I remember this because………………….. I’ll let u know soon.<br />As each skit had 2 members 2 microphones akka mikes were provided. The stage had 2 tables at 2 ends and had one entrance. First table was near the entrance and another at the far end of the stage. Vinay and his partner finished their skit. Vinay kept the mike at the far end table. And his partner at the entrance table. 117 and I entered the stage. She being surprisingly smart that day took the mike near the entrance and “STARTED HER DIALOGUE”. I was like S***. Oye wait let me get the mike. I rushed towards the mike took it and rushed to my position when 117 gave me a look.. I was like “WHAT????” Then it dawn to me… seems like madam has finished her part now it’s my time. I said my dialogue.<br />Then came my life’s “Jhoor ka chadka dheerese lage”. No response from audience. I mean that’s the limit. I didn’t see anyone laughing or at least mocking or says what a bad acting or what a bad joke. I felt such an audience. I out of shock or I don't know out of what ,suddenly I started to laugh on stage. On seeing me laugh audience laughed. I didn’t know what to do next 117 was equally confused. I saw all other skit guys equally perplex. Tabu the director had really bad time of her life with me she signaled me to come out of the stage.<br />I and 117 left the stage and asked what happened? Why were people not reacting? One girl asked “What did u say???” I was like “EH????” What does she mean to say? NO ONE HEARD MY DIALOGUE. Then many things dawn to me. I got to know my mistake. But I didn’t tell anyone. I was scared if Tabu will kill me of doing such stupid things on stage. Later after the fest I told few people what happened. I don’t know how many remember that now.<br /><br />What happened was ……………. Vinay is a prompt person so he kept the mike on the table and made a point to SWITCH IT OFF before he placed it. I in hurry (Cos of that IDIOT 117 who started her dialogue once she was on stage with mike.)took the mike came to my position and said the dialogue. What happened was. I FORGOT TO SWITCH ON THE MIKE!! I made fun of myself by laughing like an idiot on stage.<br />Now I know I can make people laugh!!!Anishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530822260160884089noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411046578060909239.post-83172664842710138292010-04-08T22:34:00.003+05:302010-04-08T22:59:30.550+05:30About a person, like my reflection.Yup long time since I paid any attention to this space. Last when I wrote it was 2009, now its 2010. Tooooooooooo looooooooooooooooooooooooong gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap. I know how much you guys are waiting for my post, like u wait for an Aamir movie. (Accept it na... for my happiness.... plz......)<br />So as the title, I would like to write about some beings who all r like me, IDIOTS. But don’t accept to don the title on them. They all enjoyed my posts here and called me proudly IDIOT. I’m one, I know, by now u all know. As I said u won’t have a life span to do all the mistakes by yourself and so learn from other’s mistakes. I learned from these IDIOTS. I know my life span is going to be reduced reasonably after I put this post out here. Still a brave me is here with my next post. (Copyrights reserved to me. Whatever I write is final and no corrections here. After all, it’s my blog)<br />Introducing this girl, whom I know her from my 1st Physics Lab external in engineering( I guess). She is one of my all time good friends (u see the common factor that brought us together? Yup!!! IDIOCY ). We spent nice moments of our college life together. We had same thinking and we used to laugh at things together which others used to take heavily serious. She was the usual load (As I used to call her...) on my scooter pillion seat for 3 long years. Used to see my sem results and info me. We were bench mates. In practical classes again batch mates. So totally WE WERE ALWAYS TOGETHER. On seeing each other we used to get confidence I guess, that even Idiots can live life happier than Intels. There are many such incidents that’ll win her “THE BEST IDIOT EVER AWARD” from me. “I won’t give it to you. No. Its Mine.”<br />People who know both of us by now might have guessed who’s that girl. I’m not supposed to tell her name here, cos that’s the condition.(Pssssss... but I can anytime add her photo. That was not mentioned in the conditions. She’s an IDIOT and proof is this!) Hmmm.....For our reference will call her.............. hmmmmmmmmm......... yup 117!! Her hostel room number was 117 I stayed in that room as a guest for 15 days. I used to be a regular visitor there. Oye!! 117 dont think too much .I went through my old diaries to get this number....<br />So in our initial days of friendship, I used to feel strange about this girl. She was tooooooooooooooo sincere (which I can’t even imagine.) toooooooooooooooooooo truthful (which actually irritated me and our practical session batch mate a lot.) A Cry baby..... Many say and believe I spoiled her. After getting into my friendship she changed. But trust me It was a good change and she didn’t change that much also she was the same but many didn’t notice it before. Later when they started noticing. Their shock they expressed as “Ani... you have spolied that poor girl....” I’ll be like... Excuse me!! Give me a break!!! Who changed whom???<br />I’ll tell what happened!! She used to sit in 1st bench and nod at each and every word the lecturers used to utter.( don’t know if it was because she understood or she was dozing off). She thought playing games (Like totha udd... chidiya udd... another IDIOT taught us this, Bollywood, Bingo, Dots, passing the message... ) Assignments are to be done not copied (Come on... I didn’t change this ,as I used to copy it from her and if she didn’t do then where will I go).Should not talk in class. Should always pass and score in internals. Should not bunk classes.<br />Later she started to sit in last benches, bunk classes, score single digits in internals, play, talk and sms during class hours. Trust me people I DIDNT DO ANYTHING. I’m so influential that, I can’t help it.<br />Incident 1:-<br /><br />It was during our initial friendship days I was staying in her room, which mean I was her roommate then. It was the time when strikes in college were at peak. Our college had (It still has) 2 gates, back gate and front gate. During the Strikes both the gates were closed and student reps will guard them. Only during those times I feel like getting inside the college (I meant college not class.) because for me its adventure to go in passing the reps. That day we were walking from Hostel to college for our morning classes, we saw many students coming back. On asking them we came to know that there was a boycott of classes from the union side. Demands I don’t know. I was not an active member in all these things. They were a different world for me.<br />Now 117 and I were thinking should we go and check the front gate. Finally don’t know what happened I left with one of my other friend to the front gate. She didn’t come I guess. On reaching the front gate we saw it was guarded by the watchmen who had clear instructions from Principal to allow students inside and union was not supposed to stop any student entering. So, we were actually pushed in. I was happy I achieved something. Now what??? I thought we should go out and try getting in again. But the girl who drove me in was not insane like me. She was quiet sincere (I hate it) She dragged me to the class. As Canteen and other possible hide outs were closed on that day, I followed her. Cursing her. We entered the class. My only relief at that time could have been “FREE ATTENDANCE”. Which means no lecturer will teach anything. They’ll just walk in and take attendance and leave. But.. My prayers were in vain and I was put to that pain. We had all the morning 4 hours that day. I was thinking of 117 enjoying in hostel. I felt jealous of her. Finally lunch break. After that all the later classes were suspended I guess. Whatever I went back to hostel and didn’t come back for the afternoon session. I went to our room which was crowded with our batch mates. (It used to be like that as there were no seniors in this room. Full gossiping happened here. Hostel stories can be a big post here sometime later.) I entered and saw 117 hopping. She used to and still hops a lot. Don’t know why???I never cared as I can’t or never even tried to imagine her without hopping. She asked me where have u been???? I was like.. What!!! She was asking as if I had been lost. And common I was not that hoppy as her after my 4 hours back at college. I said “Eh???!!!! As if you don’t know. I and the other girl went to check the front gate na.. It was open. We went in.” Her face changed, eyes widened, dropped her head and looked up at me only lifting her eyelids and not head in a lower voice “You attended the class?” I said “ Yup!!!” Her face turned red. First I thought she supported the union and my attending class hurt her belief in me. Then her eyes turned red... I felt she’s going to eat me raw. (She’s a veggie. That was a relief.) Then it came... TEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was like “?????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!” She started to sob uncontrollably. Everyone in the room was like me. FULL CONFUSED!!! Some less shocked girls tried to enquire what happened. (No.. Not me... I was hell shocked!!!) Then she said while sobbing... “I couldn’t attend.” I was like “What? Attend what?” She continued... “I couldn’t attend the class...” I was “WHAT!!!!! She’s sobbing for not doing something that I did and am sobbing for doing that. EH???!!!!” I couldn’t understand this girl. “Oye... Give me a break, and explain actually why are you sobbing?????” I felt like screaming and asking this question but didn’t do it, because many girls consoling her gave me stare like the way I was a spoiled kid and I snatched the favourite toy of kid 117 and poor thing as crying because of me. I was like “Hey..... Please chill u loving mummies of 117 and please console me. Try to pinch me and tell me what’s happening is a bad dream. Else I may go into coma............” But no. All were consoling her. Some girls started talking logically and said... bunking a class is not a big thing. It should happen usually and it’s fun. One girl said she was thrown out off the class for making noise and was standing outside the class. She felt hungry and so she went to canteen to have something. While returning the lecturer who sent her out of the class caught her red handed. All were laughing. 117 also. I was not enjoying. I still demanded a valid explanation from 117. After a long “Blah Blah Blah” from all, she recovered from her sorrow (the great loss) and I from my shock. First thing that I decided that day was. Cut her friendship else, she’ll spoil me. ;)<br />After that we discussed this thing many times.. I asked her “Why did u cry that badly?” She said “I felt guilty of not attending.” I said “WHAT!!!” Later, I told this to all our other friends and made fun of her. She finally felt that she quiet over reacted then and laughed the incidents off.<br /><br />Lots of 117 to follow, if I still be alive after this post sees day light. (Excuse me! It’ll not go for a morning walk. I meant publishing it. At times I try to be poetic. I’m terrible at that. I accept. But still I try).Anishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530822260160884089noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411046578060909239.post-72788160547660084002009-05-06T13:29:00.000+05:302009-05-07T11:49:27.351+05:30Celebrating Idiocy 1(just to keep a count if possible..)This was the incident which inspired me to send the mail to my friends who all in turn asked me to star a blog.<br /><br />Here I go:<br /><br />April 17 2009 is the day.I was supposed to attend an interview for internal project allocation process.(In our industry once u complete a project or you goof it up you will be released from the project. Once you are released you'll be in the company almost jobless.To get into another project i,e to get a job again you need to clear few rounds of interviews).Interviewer was in one office and I was in another.So eventually I was suppose to travel to show it up there.<br /><br />I being I never check my official mails in proper intervals. So I saw this mail of interview at 9 30am.I read I need to meet one lady at 11:30am in phase 1 building , 4th floor , seat number 255. I asked the reception in my office building about the next shuttle to the place where I had interview.She said "Ma'am at 11:45 am there is a shuttle".I was like "Shit!!".If I have checked my mails properly the day before then I could have directly gone to that office.Anyways I dont believe in thinking of the past and wasting the present and hindering my future.So I decided I'll get an auto from this office(office A) to that office(office B) at 10 am(why on earth should i reach there early?This is my attitude for everything!!!).<br /><br />I got an auto at around 10:10am(time is precious.I'm enough rich so gave 10 mins away).Without any trouble than the usual Bangalore traffic I reached office B at about 10:45 or so.I had some other work there so thought of doing it(Work was meeting some people and sort of things).At 11:25 am I realised "Arey!!! I came here for an interview right!!!".Suddenly,"oh!!!!Its 11:25 interview at 11:30.Dumbo.. run!!!".<br /><br />Guys remember the address???Phase 1, 4th floor ,255 seat.I being in the company for more than an year know where is Phase 1.I entered the lift and believe me I was quiet good at numbers and I’m still . Hence I know 4=4.so pressed 4.I reached 4th floor. Now the problem appeared…Seat 255!!!!! Where is it? Obviously on 4th floor I know but in which direction??? Pity me!!! I have only seconds before 11:30am.My interviewer might be a time bound person(for my good stars she wasn’t. I waited for nearly 10 mins after all the drama).How would I know if she’ll send me back for the reason I was late. No She can say I’m technically crap!!!Never mind!!! But this is hard to digest for me(I know what u all will be saying…”As if…” right??? ).So as soon as I entered the floor I didn’t waste my time I rushed to the small enclosure( cann’t call it a room.I don’t think there was a door because I didn’t knock it.(Please I have the bad habit of knocking things that come in my way.So I do knock doors even)).I went straight into it. I said ”Excuse me..”!!3 heads turned<br /><br />1.COO(co-founder)<br />2.My Business Stream Vice president(co-founder)<br />3.A nice person who finally helped me(sorry dono the name so will call it as Anonymous head).<br /><br />I stood there thinking if I should ask.Said “Actually…………………………” COO was expecting something big.His eyes wide opened.His mouth open even wider.VC he was shocked at once .The anonymous head was like what went wrong in the organization the girl is here. I was still thinking,but as usual I act hours before I finish thinking,I said “I’m sorry for this but………”.This created more tension on their faces. Then I asked “May I know Where does seat number 255 fall on this floor!!” .<br /><br />The anonymous head was like what’s the matter with this girl???She only found COO and VC of the organization to know about its building’s geography.VC was yet to take what I said.He looked highly confused and regaining his senses.COO is quiet fast in this.He couldn’t control his Laughter.(His smile is no doubt million dollar worth!At least at that tensed moment I felt so.)<br /><br />I quickly added ”I’m sorry !!It was bit urgent and I didn’t know whom to…….”(I guess by the time I finished thinking. Hence was trying to cover up.)COO and VC said together ”No no… no issues.. no problem”. Anonymous head came running out to help me. Asked ”Whom u want to meet?” pushing me out of the room. Then I dono what happened inside. This good man(the man who actually owns the anonymous head) guided me to the cubicle. Seems Like this head has a name for sure which many knows in my company very well but not me. He’s also a big shot for sure.<br /><br />Later I learnt from my friends that there was a board above the doors written clearly the name of the COO and VC.I didnt see the doors only how on earth will i know about the board<br /><br />Now I’m at office A .where the CEO, the Chairman and other founders are located.God save me(or is it save them.)<br /><br />Still I'm celebrating my Idiocy!Anishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530822260160884089noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2411046578060909239.post-39792886975597556602009-05-06T11:57:00.001+05:302010-02-25T11:58:33.141+05:30Introduction<span style="font-family:times new roman;">Hi,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I never thought of blogging though I used to read a lot.Something happened which made me think of blogging seriously is what written below.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I am person who celebrates everything in life from happiness to sorrows,cleverness to idiocy, prosperity to poverty and so on almost everything.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I believe living through such situations are worth celebrating.So when it comes for celebration the first thing that comes to my mind(I think it comes to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">everybody</span>)is FRIENDS. I make friends with those people who are almost like me i,e ready for celebrations any time be it anywhere in school,college or now at work place.I am very choosy about friends <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">coz</span> i <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">dont</span> want to bug my head <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">coz</span> of my bad choice of friends.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Idiocy and foolishness are part and parcel of my life.I know its for most of us the same way. Some of us hide it but some(Like me) exhibit it to others lavishly.I belive in exhibiting coz as the saying says"Learn from others mistakes cos life is not that long enough to commit all mistakes by ourselves and learn from them".Hence I am doing a sort of social service(shabhaash......... to myself).</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Recently at my office i did something that was listed under the heading "IDIOCY" so as I am located in a different building from that of my friends I sent a mail to all of them to celebrate (and help them learn from my mistakes) it. Few of them liked the mail so much that they asked me to start a blog.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Hence here I am to celebrate My Life on blog. Please Welcome me.</span>Anishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10530822260160884089noreply@blogger.com3