We got Da'ed

The deadline-afflicted one

I cant think of a vacation where DA has made it without getting entangled in some sort of mess.Deadlines seem to chase her everytime she has to take off.

Some sort of panic button seems to trigger in her "manager/client/people we dont know of" everytime she needs to get interstate.

Then we have these two wise women(some kinda oxymoron...) who thought they would save themselves the trouble of walking down to the stipulated platform by jumping into the first moving train they see.Kacheguda Express.Even if I were running for my life,this would still seem like an odd name to me.Before the two wise women throw daggers at me,in their defense,apparently the inhabitants of this train thought they could do with more female company and pulled them in..ala bollywood style..so lets add to the drama..how about crying out aloud??..lol

We were the cool ckicks from IT.We dint have any geograpghy to fall back on.It dint strike us fast enough that the two trains would probably head in opposite directions.

The two horror-stricken/dumb struck women on the right platform went through periodic bouts of giggles and deep thinking.Being panic-stricken would have helped their cause a little more but it somehow seemed too messed up to be true.They dug into kurkure when they could get their hands of their phones.

Defintely the two wise women would find their way out and salvage us this "once in a blue moon" trip.Life would be back on track.

So we board the train,Trivandrum Express.

The kind-looking TT turned into a monster when he realised the woman who booked the tickets dint grace his 2-tier AC coach.We smoothly morphed into women who knew their trains and its rules.Did not work.We switched to pleading and begging in high-pitched shrill tones.We dint have time for a last ditch switch to vernacular gibberish as suggested by our smart ass friend.He dumped us out before we knew what struck us.KR Puram.

We gotta first hand experience of what the Metro could be by hitching a train ride on the most-filthy looking compartment there ever was from KR puram to Cantonment.

We tried forcing the smart ass to make it to the trip.But when she makes up her mind,you dont argue.Just chuck it.

We got ourself a bus to Cochin with some help from the kind samaritan.Thank god for small mercies.It was a happy reunion.Got there in one peice.Had a lovely holiday and a sinful food feast.But for the elusive train ride...:-)

Sense and Sensibilities

While the concerned authorities are doing their bit to ensure that roadizens have their seat belts and helmets on ,while they dip precariously into potholes they cant fix,how about pitching in with some common sense..??

Trivia:1.2 lakh people killed in road accidents in 2007 in India.

Delusions of Grandeur

"The-Wary" s Top 6 Weight loss techniques

1>Convince people that you are thin.Assume that they are fools.

2>Convince some people around you that they are too thin.Convince the rest that they are fat.Relativity.

3>Eat only one meal a day.A 4-course one.

4>Aerobics is for pansies until you do it yourself.

5>Weight accumulation is heredity.Put the thought "behind" you.

6>Think like Ram.Count like Ram.Talk numbers.Three quarters.Scare yourself.


Backdrop:"The-Man" thinks he belongs to a country called Darjelling.Love made his world grow "round".

Cosmic Disconnect

I want everything.I want nothing.
I contradict myself.Morning blues.Every day is a fight.A fight for nothing.

Soaring Ambition.Lingering thoughts.Little nothings.Meaningless titter.Careless whispers.Boundless imagination.Food for thought.

Kind gestures.Unadultered laughter.Innocence.
Stolen moments.Partners in Crime.Belonging.Tranquility.

Desire.Fear.Ego.Solitude.Void.Imbalance.Insensitivity.Narcissism
Mediocrity.Hysteria.

Chaos.Struggle.Drudgery.Patterns.Choices.Denial.Endurance.Turmoil.Acceptance.

Pit Stops.Dead Ends.

Paradise Lost.Futile attempts.Hope.Divine Intervention.Genesis.
Lost and found.

Disparity.Charmed existence.Genuine people.

Sublime Vision.Aesthetics.Sound of music.Rhythm.Colours.Twinkle toes.Brilliance.Euphoria.Elevated mind.

Creative geniuses.Dafts.More dafts.

True lies.Cruel truths.
Peace.Pristine nature.Seamless time.

Theres more than one me in me.They are not in sync.
They want different things.At different times.

Musings of a 'muggle' d mind

While the entire world has gotten over Potter mania and the subsequent lack of it,I am a late and hesistant beginner.Everybody who has read the book,recommend it vehemently.Juvenile.Fanatics.

From my past history,I had a preset notion that I would not be able to get too far with this book.I just cannot sit through animated movies and my appetite for comic strips and the witches and the gnomes is alarmingly low.I can never ever watch Superman,Spiderman or the Matrix s of the world to save my life.I understand Calvin and Hobbes with high level of difficulty.Men flying around defying gravity just about elicits a yawn.Maybe they have some scientific way to attribute this to brain mapping or something more complicated.I bet they have a term for it.

I did think Shrek was quite cute though.But I do recollect being in a pink mood and demanding a romantic candy-floss movie and Shrek was what my roomie had to offer.Perspective.

I had given reading a big break over the years,once the college humdrum was a thing of the past and the corporate life took over.

Suddenly I had time on hand.It was time to go back to my books.I drew up a list.In fact I drew a list of all things I wanted to do before I die.I have this weird side to me.I attribute it to being 25.I can scare myself by just saying out the number aloud.

I wanted to know what the fuss around Harry Potter was all about.It induced mass hysteria.And I still do not know if Mr.Potter eventually died.

I have not progressed beyond the first 50 in pages the last 2 months.Infact I had even forgotten about it until I chanced upon it again this morning.I am stumped.There must be an explanation.Guess I fall woefully short in the imagination front.Well,not really.

When I look back I do think my choice of books and the ones I have thoroughly enjoyed fall in a definite pattern.I like real people,real emotions.Drama.

I intend to give myself another chance with Harry Potter though.Here goes.

PS:I have already misplaced it,and it does not particularly upset me.

The Perfect Guy-A Mirage

Trust me,25 is not a good milestone to be at,more so if you are a girl(...tsk tsk woman..on the threshold of the beginning of a stage where singledom could be called spinsterhood) and single and think prince charming is an illusion like Bigfoot or a once in a lifetime occurence like the Haley's comet.The next appearance is scheduled for sometime after 2050.Good riddance.

I have reached a stage where I would rather get hooked cause its really hard and traumatising to explain my single status.

So,do you even want to get hooked ??...Is not even the point of contention...er,but..I think..er...Shut up.

Time for relevant questions.What is the type of guy you would like to get hooked up with??

Er,no clue...(romanticism is something that put me to sleep in the only Mills and Boon book I read).....(It dint take me too long to figure that tall,dark and handsome are mutually exclusive)..(..the brainy ones are probably doing something adventurous like encircling the earth,so that was never on my demand list..)

No Clue..Thats not even a possibility.What is wrong with the existing guys(prospective suitors...well,not really..but planting a idea in a male's ill-logical neurons dint really kill anybody,rt??)..

(..regaining composure..)..ahem..ahem..if the sparks had to fly they would have like ..er..(Somewhere at the back of my head I did know that sitting through Dil To Pagal Hai just might help me save my ass someday..)

It din't.
(..shucks,should have quoted the exact lines,Ek Dhuje ke Vaaste...kahin na kahin koi mere liye bana hai..come to think of it if they had tried to sell the movie as a horror flick it might have worked...)

Dont lose Focus.

Sparks???Are you mad.Be practical(..damn).There's nothing like Mr.perfect(..damn,I dont exactly kid myself.).

(..Dont ever hang out with married people and with those who cant make up their mind..)

(..Then there are those people on the threshold of marriage who still cant give up on beer and football .Memory flashes,tribal fixation,haunted corridors.Obnoxious titter.)

Er,I never wanted one.

Shut Up

(...damn)

PS:Travails at breakfast table in the company of the Devil and the Illegal Immigrant.

Verdict:There are some games you never win.

Jalsa

Jalsa is a high end restuarant with Mughlai/Tandoor cuisine.The spread is quite impressive ,albeit a good meal can burn a hole in your pocket.The ambience of the place being a crowd puller,the place is designed to look like a Mughal darbar,with slow ghazals playing in the background and the intereiors being super bling and extremely jazzy.A definite one time visit for the uniqueness of concept.











Brilliant colors of brocade all over in rustic Indian shades...!!



The waiters were dressed in accordance to the theme...topi N all...



The Lighting was intentionally bling N Jazzy..!!