It might be a good idea to read Part 1 first.
Sorry for posting part 2 late, got pretty busy with some work, nevertheless here is part 2,it might be an anti-climax for some of you though.
It was a nice weekend, Monday blues...at work suddenly a window popped saying hii, remember me...she wondered who it was and it struck her that it was him..she said yes, she remembered and he was happy. she asked him how he was and told how good the party was etc. he asked her about her and some details of how long shed been with the company etc. She was wondering why the boy had pinged her. Was he interested in her...but she chucked that thought coz he looked much smaller and She thought he had some work with her...but the guy said he'd generally pinged her. later during the day he called her too, she wondered again that why did he call her. She talked and then he called her again, then smsed her...He called her again that night and she was wondering why is the kid calling her. Fianlly she asked and he said, just like that, cant i be your friend. They talked at odd hours after that, asking what they did during the day , hobbies etc sometimes in whispers too coz it was too late, finally they met for coffee after a week. She felt odd coz he was shorter, leaner , younger than her. But they met and as she had predicted she was right, he was pretty uncomfortable when they met or walked together towards the cafe :-), he was looking out and she was suggesting him other gals/friends she knew. They had a little conversation where he still felt very awkward finally he paid the bill and they left. She felt weird too, since then he dint message her or call her and on chat both keep a busy icon. Wonder what went wrong
1. Did the height and status of the gal matter to him? It was not that he was seeing her for the first time.
2. Did he not like her suggesting other girls to him?
3. Did he see that she was not interested in him?
4. Is it that sometimes with some people, you just dont know what to talk when you meet them?
5. Was it a bet that he had with his colleagues?
6. Sometimes the wavelengths just dont match and you dunno what to do?
7. Did she/he do anything wrong?
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Part 1
(Disclaimer : all events/views expressed in this article are fictional, any character/event resembling this is NOT coincidental.)
Location : On the way for an office party, bowling followed by dinner.
They met outside the elevator, it was an awkward situation, she was with her team and boss, he was with colleagues, they were from the same office but had never met or talked. All just stared at each other waiting for the lift to arrive. the professional girl that she is , she could not stand the silence (they were all colleagues after all, and would be spending the evening with each other), she thought her boss would introduce, but that dint happen, she thought that those boys were timid and shy so she broke the silence by introducing herself to them, and they reciprocated in a similar manner, so did her team. and then everybody was talking to each other. The elevator stopped(well the elevator had arrived, they all boarded and had continued talking) and they walked together and later got dispursed.
She was cool, all herself, bowling and chit chatting with colleagues and their wives and kids, scoring well infact the highest, least bothered and not looking for anybody . He was there clicking pictures of the party. After the game she with her team went to the bar to get a drink and he was at the bar having his drink. She dint notice him, untill he asked, so what will you have? and suggested Orange juice? she smiled at him (thinking, grow up kid!!) and asked, cant i have a vodka instead?, he was surprised and said sure...he ordered for one, she thanked him and left for another game. He continued taking pictures of kids and families and of the colleagues she was playing with, and some of her pics too, she continued to play, talk with the managers, HR play with the kids.
Games over, she had a nice conversation with everybody, he was clicking pics with friends, posing with the bowling ball making the place cheerful and fun. She thought he is a nice kiddo.
Games over, drinks over all had fun and it was dinner time. she sat with her team cracking jokes, laughing and enjoying her dinner, he sat at the table across hers, again clicking pictures. He came to her table to click pictures, and commented on one of her silent colleagues...hey i havent seen you in office before, do you work in the same office, and she answered on his behalf..well we all are seeing each other for the first time, just to prove her point she asked, did you see me before at work before?...to which he replied with a twinkle in his eye, Yes I have so many times...she was surprised and a little shy??. (thinking to herself she was not old enuf and guys did notice her!!!!)
part 2 coming soon...
Location : On the way for an office party, bowling followed by dinner.
They met outside the elevator, it was an awkward situation, she was with her team and boss, he was with colleagues, they were from the same office but had never met or talked. All just stared at each other waiting for the lift to arrive. the professional girl that she is , she could not stand the silence (they were all colleagues after all, and would be spending the evening with each other), she thought her boss would introduce, but that dint happen, she thought that those boys were timid and shy so she broke the silence by introducing herself to them, and they reciprocated in a similar manner, so did her team. and then everybody was talking to each other. The elevator stopped(well the elevator had arrived, they all boarded and had continued talking) and they walked together and later got dispursed.
She was cool, all herself, bowling and chit chatting with colleagues and their wives and kids, scoring well infact the highest, least bothered and not looking for anybody . He was there clicking pictures of the party. After the game she with her team went to the bar to get a drink and he was at the bar having his drink. She dint notice him, untill he asked, so what will you have? and suggested Orange juice? she smiled at him (thinking, grow up kid!!) and asked, cant i have a vodka instead?, he was surprised and said sure...he ordered for one, she thanked him and left for another game. He continued taking pictures of kids and families and of the colleagues she was playing with, and some of her pics too, she continued to play, talk with the managers, HR play with the kids.
Games over, she had a nice conversation with everybody, he was clicking pics with friends, posing with the bowling ball making the place cheerful and fun. She thought he is a nice kiddo.
Games over, drinks over all had fun and it was dinner time. she sat with her team cracking jokes, laughing and enjoying her dinner, he sat at the table across hers, again clicking pictures. He came to her table to click pictures, and commented on one of her silent colleagues...hey i havent seen you in office before, do you work in the same office, and she answered on his behalf..well we all are seeing each other for the first time, just to prove her point she asked, did you see me before at work before?...to which he replied with a twinkle in his eye, Yes I have so many times...she was surprised and a little shy??. (thinking to herself she was not old enuf and guys did notice her!!!!)
part 2 coming soon...
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Who else....
Who ElseWho can you turn to
When you're feeling blue
Who will always love you ,
No matter what you do
Who trusts you
when you doubt yourself,
And gives a gentle nudge
When you meet an obstacle
You just can't seem to budge
Whose promise can you depend on,
Who's every word is true
Whose arms will always open wide
To greet .. or comfort you
Whose smile and laughter through the years
Has brightened up your day
Like a ray of sunshine sent
To drive the clouds away
Who will never leave you ...
Neither miles nor time can part
No one else but Mama ..
Nestled deep within your heart
P.S: My 100th post dedicated to mom, I miss you mom, I guess I am home sick, feel like going to India and meet her.
Whats in store?
Sometimes I wish that I could see
Just what the future holds for me
Is it worth the struggle to survive
Is it worth the pain to stay alive
Or rather .. knock upon Death's door
And say "I can't take anymore"
Sometimes it's very hard to stay
Alive for even one more day
Yet other times I'm very glad
And think "Life's really not that bad"
My body's tired .. my mind is too
That's why I'm not sure what to do
If I could only know for sure
Just what the future holds in store.
Friday, March 16, 2007
Sometimes I wonder.....
Why do gals always talk only about dieting and being fat?
Why do old bald men in india not shave off their head completely rather than having a skirt of hair around their skull?
Why do non vegetarians have pity on vegetarians?
Why are moms always insisting on their kids having more food?
Why do men ogle at girls all the time?
Why do people leave office only after their boss leaves office?
Why do they consider fish as vegetarian (okay non vegetarians, look at point 3, stop doing it)?
Why do i clean off the mess created my somebody else in the office kitchen when i want to make my coffee?
Why do some men take pride in showing off their hair on their ears? you should see our security guard in india office, his face looks like he has 2 pairs of year, one black ear protruding out of the brown one?
Why do non vegetarians say that we vegetarians eat ghaas phooos?
Why are men totally covered and woman flaunting their skin in the oscars and grammys especially?
Why do we not see aamir khan and anil kapoor in any of the film award functions?
Why do me and my bro always fight? (gee he is a father now)?
Why do my non vegetarian friends still tolerate me?
Why do they not have a tag or something to tie all the wires running my office table?
Why do Indian people not smile at each other on the streets out of India? okay not on the streets atleast at workplace?
P.S: How do you like this template?
Why do old bald men in india not shave off their head completely rather than having a skirt of hair around their skull?
Why do non vegetarians have pity on vegetarians?
Why are moms always insisting on their kids having more food?
Why do men ogle at girls all the time?
Why do people leave office only after their boss leaves office?
Why do they consider fish as vegetarian (okay non vegetarians, look at point 3, stop doing it)?
Why do i clean off the mess created my somebody else in the office kitchen when i want to make my coffee?
Why do some men take pride in showing off their hair on their ears? you should see our security guard in india office, his face looks like he has 2 pairs of year, one black ear protruding out of the brown one?
Why do non vegetarians say that we vegetarians eat ghaas phooos?
Why are men totally covered and woman flaunting their skin in the oscars and grammys especially?
Why do we not see aamir khan and anil kapoor in any of the film award functions?
Why do me and my bro always fight? (gee he is a father now)?
Why do my non vegetarian friends still tolerate me?
Why do they not have a tag or something to tie all the wires running my office table?
Why do Indian people not smile at each other on the streets out of India? okay not on the streets atleast at workplace?
P.S: How do you like this template?
Friday, March 09, 2007
Birthdays
I still remember my childhood days when as a child i wud keep counting days rather months for my birthday to come. everyday i would tell my mom, 1 month left, 28 days left etc etc...and my mom would nod her head and have the same excitement, (atleast thats wht i think).
I wonder why birthdays were rather ARE so special for me, mebbe the new clothes, distributing chocolates, or getting break from wearing the blue uniform or standing in front of the whole class grinning while they would very happily sing the happy birthday song ( am sure they must be waiting for the chocolates) I used to distribute melody and eclairs :-) to the class.Evenings would cut cake and friends would come over, not only my friends but my brothers (though he had vey few), my moms , my dads :-), neighbours, some cousins and the whole jhing bang lot.We would serve rasna, (well coke and all were not that famous then and the pet bottles had not come yet..and whatever came my dad would use it with his whiskey..well he and his friends would celebrate by drinking on my 'day), and in paper plates we would have samosa, wada, farsan, budhani chips, gulab jamun(mom believed in having a sweet, apparently cake was not considered as a sweet dish for her) and ofcourse the cut cake and monginis cake slices (if the cake was not enuf). Friends would dance(since mom was a teacher, her students wud compose some dance for me) and they wud have a skit etc. Mom would make my fav masala bhat for dinner (yeah after all this we had dinner too :-)) and it used to be fun time.
Well this is me and my birthdays, there were some gals in my class and some friends who do not make such a hoo hah about their birthday, and I always thought that it is a very sophisticated behaviour.
I've tried it every year(the sophisticated behaviour)..not to make a big deal of it..but at the end of the day I do make a big deal of it. This year I'm becoming 30(yeah yeah whtever happened to the rule of woman concealing their age) and I thought that I would not make a deal of it coz i am getting old and hence I've not told anybody at work about my birthday..so far I am successfull there(but i am sure i will tell them by the end of day).but I bought myself a pair of jeans and in the evening I am visiting my friends at Reading (which was not part of my plan at all) coz by birthday comes only once a year, it has to be different in some way right? he he he so..its not gonna be a normal day.
and yes (Ruz was not planning for this, but then I thought I have to live upto your expectations ;)) Thanks for all the birthday wishes.
My Birthday wish: May I get my special one atleast this year :-)
P.S: Well I forgot to mention that my bro's b'day is on 6th and mine is on 9th, so the party would be for both of us but I would like to believe it was for me coz hey..its all about me here isnt ;)
P.P.S : Talking about countdowns, this is my 97th post, soon reaching the mark of 100.
I wonder why birthdays were rather ARE so special for me, mebbe the new clothes, distributing chocolates, or getting break from wearing the blue uniform or standing in front of the whole class grinning while they would very happily sing the happy birthday song ( am sure they must be waiting for the chocolates) I used to distribute melody and eclairs :-) to the class.Evenings would cut cake and friends would come over, not only my friends but my brothers (though he had vey few), my moms , my dads :-), neighbours, some cousins and the whole jhing bang lot.We would serve rasna, (well coke and all were not that famous then and the pet bottles had not come yet..and whatever came my dad would use it with his whiskey..well he and his friends would celebrate by drinking on my 'day), and in paper plates we would have samosa, wada, farsan, budhani chips, gulab jamun(mom believed in having a sweet, apparently cake was not considered as a sweet dish for her) and ofcourse the cut cake and monginis cake slices (if the cake was not enuf). Friends would dance(since mom was a teacher, her students wud compose some dance for me) and they wud have a skit etc. Mom would make my fav masala bhat for dinner (yeah after all this we had dinner too :-)) and it used to be fun time.
Well this is me and my birthdays, there were some gals in my class and some friends who do not make such a hoo hah about their birthday, and I always thought that it is a very sophisticated behaviour.
I've tried it every year(the sophisticated behaviour)..not to make a big deal of it..but at the end of the day I do make a big deal of it. This year I'm becoming 30(yeah yeah whtever happened to the rule of woman concealing their age) and I thought that I would not make a deal of it coz i am getting old and hence I've not told anybody at work about my birthday..so far I am successfull there(but i am sure i will tell them by the end of day).but I bought myself a pair of jeans and in the evening I am visiting my friends at Reading (which was not part of my plan at all) coz by birthday comes only once a year, it has to be different in some way right? he he he so..its not gonna be a normal day.
and yes (Ruz was not planning for this, but then I thought I have to live upto your expectations ;)) Thanks for all the birthday wishes.
My Birthday wish: May I get my special one atleast this year :-)
P.S: Well I forgot to mention that my bro's b'day is on 6th and mine is on 9th, so the party would be for both of us but I would like to believe it was for me coz hey..its all about me here isnt ;)
P.P.S : Talking about countdowns, this is my 97th post, soon reaching the mark of 100.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Holi
Everytime such festivals come and i realize again and again that wow our country is so colorful, and I miss it so much. I think the festival of colors is so much required out of India, especially here in UK. All I see on streets, offices everywhere is blue, black, grey, white, brown. I do understand they always want to match their clothes with the weather, but I just wished that they could pick up holi from us like how we picked up so many things from them, drinking chai, the language, everything...even the houses kids draw in school are actually the houses here isnt? Atleast one colorful day.
nevertheless the Indians here in London, do add color(No am not talking about the brown color here :-) ) especially on holi. I visited the temple(yeah that seems the only place where I see indians smile at each other) and could see beautiful indian gals in colorful saris and dresses. The temple was so beautiful and colorful and the deities were dressed colorful too and everybody inside had color on their face, infact while returning in the bus, there were all indians with some color on their face...and for a moment I felt as if I am in India and wished like playing Antakshari :-). ( all indians in bus make me want to play antakshari for some reason). It was fun, I played holi with housemates(first generation British Indians) on sunday to continue the colorful Indian tradition here too. It was fun. I missed my friends though. Last holi I had spent with so many kids, and it was very special.
I missed running behind friends, behind mom and coloring their face , I missed my mom saying, get out of the house...no color here, no no..we just cleaned the house, dont wet it, I missed my mom forewarning to remove old clothes and keep so that I could wear them on holi, I missed my bro's factory color and silver :-), I missed the pichkaris.
Hope you had a nice holi too.
nevertheless the Indians here in London, do add color(No am not talking about the brown color here :-) ) especially on holi. I visited the temple(yeah that seems the only place where I see indians smile at each other) and could see beautiful indian gals in colorful saris and dresses. The temple was so beautiful and colorful and the deities were dressed colorful too and everybody inside had color on their face, infact while returning in the bus, there were all indians with some color on their face...and for a moment I felt as if I am in India and wished like playing Antakshari :-). ( all indians in bus make me want to play antakshari for some reason). It was fun, I played holi with housemates(first generation British Indians) on sunday to continue the colorful Indian tradition here too. It was fun. I missed my friends though. Last holi I had spent with so many kids, and it was very special.
I missed running behind friends, behind mom and coloring their face , I missed my mom saying, get out of the house...no color here, no no..we just cleaned the house, dont wet it, I missed my mom forewarning to remove old clothes and keep so that I could wear them on holi, I missed my bro's factory color and silver :-), I missed the pichkaris.
Hope you had a nice holi too.
Okay I am not writing about any new merger of google, or any new product of google or dont expect of any google deals, I just want to take some time to appreciate google.
I am sure everyone visits this site atleast once a day, be it to search the directions, some code, some queries etc. if not the site itself we access its flavors like the blogger or orkut etc. Google helps us in everything in our life you can search for best hair look to the complicated codes, u can get books, images everything, videos you ask it and you get it. They are so creative, I love the little images they have on their site for occassions. I wonder how we survived before google came into picture. it has made life so simple for us isnt? I wish I work for google some day, they just replied to me (very politely) that right now they dont have a job for me ;-(, but I will wait, till then I would like to dedicate an aarti for it so that it continues to provide me for whatever I want.
Disclaimer : The aarti is not my creation, I got a fwd message.
Om Jai Google Hare !!
Swami Om Jai Google hare
Programmer’s ke sankat, Developers ke Sankat,
Click main door kare!!
Om Jai Google Hare !!
Jo Dhyawe vo pawe,
dukh bin se man ka, Swami dukh bin se man ka,
Homepage ki sampatti lawe, Homework ki sampatti karave
kasht mite work ka,
Swami Om Jai Google hare!!
Tum puran search engine
Tum hi internet yaami, Swami Tum hi internet yaami
Par karo hamari Salary, Par karo hamari appraisal,
Tum dunia ke swami,
Swami Om Jai Google hare.
Tum information ke saagar,
Tum palan karta, swami Tum palan karta,
Main moorakh khalkamii, Main Searcher tum Server-ami
Tum karta dhartaa !!
Swami Om Jai Google hare!!
Din bandhu dukh harta,
tum rakshak mere, Swami tum thakur mere,
Apni search dikhaao, sare research karao
Site par khada mein tere,
Swami Om Jai Google hare!!
Google ki aarti jo koi programmer gaawe,
Swami jo koi bhi programmer gaawe,
Kehet SUN swami, MS hari har swami,
Manwaanchhit fal paawe.
Swami Om Jai Google hare.
BOLO GOOGLE SITE KI —— JAI
I am sure everyone visits this site atleast once a day, be it to search the directions, some code, some queries etc. if not the site itself we access its flavors like the blogger or orkut etc. Google helps us in everything in our life you can search for best hair look to the complicated codes, u can get books, images everything, videos you ask it and you get it. They are so creative, I love the little images they have on their site for occassions. I wonder how we survived before google came into picture. it has made life so simple for us isnt? I wish I work for google some day, they just replied to me (very politely) that right now they dont have a job for me ;-(, but I will wait, till then I would like to dedicate an aarti for it so that it continues to provide me for whatever I want.
Disclaimer : The aarti is not my creation, I got a fwd message.
Om Jai Google Hare !!
Swami Om Jai Google hare
Programmer’s ke sankat, Developers ke Sankat,
Click main door kare!!
Om Jai Google Hare !!
Jo Dhyawe vo pawe,
dukh bin se man ka, Swami dukh bin se man ka,
Homepage ki sampatti lawe, Homework ki sampatti karave
kasht mite work ka,
Swami Om Jai Google hare!!
Tum puran search engine
Tum hi internet yaami, Swami Tum hi internet yaami
Par karo hamari Salary, Par karo hamari appraisal,
Tum dunia ke swami,
Swami Om Jai Google hare.
Tum information ke saagar,
Tum palan karta, swami Tum palan karta,
Main moorakh khalkamii, Main Searcher tum Server-ami
Tum karta dhartaa !!
Swami Om Jai Google hare!!
Din bandhu dukh harta,
tum rakshak mere, Swami tum thakur mere,
Apni search dikhaao, sare research karao
Site par khada mein tere,
Swami Om Jai Google hare!!
Google ki aarti jo koi programmer gaawe,
Swami jo koi bhi programmer gaawe,
Kehet SUN swami, MS hari har swami,
Manwaanchhit fal paawe.
Swami Om Jai Google hare.
BOLO GOOGLE SITE KI —— JAI
Thursday, March 01, 2007
My Reflections.
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