Getting tagged is not as interesting as seeing other ppl getting tagged.
Got this one from Aslam (Cant blame him.He had to find 8 people to pass on the tag)
I m supposed to write 8 random facts about me and pass on the tag to 8 people, well here we go
- I get philosophical when I m on a low(And I dont mean a low calorie diet)
- I cant stand self-help books. Advice is something I find hard to digest
- I love airports. The place radiates power.
- I admire people who are lost in their own world - the "dont walk behind me i wont lead you anywhere,dont walk infront of me i wont follow you.Just get the hell out of my life" kinda people.
(The last part is my own addition , with due apologies to Albert Camus)
- I hate sorrys and thank-yous ; leave it for the airhostess "Those who mind dont matter and those who matter dont mind"
- I can be passive about anything and everything , sometimes to an extent that can be highly irritating(to the people around me ofcourse)
- I dont believe in secrets. If you have told it to one person, its no longer a secret- as per my rule book.
- At home I drink only tea and outside home, I drink only coffee.
And I dont think there is anyone left for me to tag.I am new to the blog world , just 2 months old. Rohit and Arjun u can pick this up if you feel like it.
Friday, June 29, 2007
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
desperate times
There are moments when I desperately wish I had my digicam with me.
Like yesterday…..
I was so busy chatting when reality bit me- the pleasant smell of something burning. I had kept the milk to boil and forgot about it. And there lay my masterpiece – an intricate design in black and white rendered on a stainless steel background. Davinci would have turned green with envy. Now, if I had my camera?? You would be staring at my masterpiece here, Dan Brown would be writing his next best seller and I would be on the phone with Sotheby’s ;)
Letting your imagination run wild is not a crime.
I, an established miser, in an attempt to save a few thousand bucks, asked my relative in Saudi to get me a digicam. The digicam duly arrived at home, but I haven’t. 246 more hours to go :D
I did save some money. But of course with due respect to the law of conservation of savings, I squandered it on my innumerable culinary adventures .Me and my roommate make a rather lethal combo when it comes to trying out new cuisines and restaurants. “Choodu vellathil veena poocha thanutha vellam kandaalum pedikum”, but we don’t get demotivated that easily. We have enough experiences to write a “Restaurants in Delhi-where not to go” guide. The high lights would be:
The Mexican disaster: The posters on the wall looked tempting enough. The food, in my roomies words “tasted like vomit”. She gave a far more “juicy” description, which I would rather not write down here. I don’t want people puking on my blog. It would look pretty dirty rt?
Japanese Hara-kiri: When I ordered the dish, ignoring the price and the deplorable state of my wallet, I never knew that plain boiled chicken could me made so tempting. A very sophisticated name on the menu and a very sophisticated waiter to pronounce it is all it took!!!
And the most recent one put a semicolon (the full stop will need a lot more coaxing) to my love for Bengali food. The place was supposedly the best Bengali restaurant in Delhi. The ambience and service were definitely good, but the food let us down. We should have stuck to our regular Bengali sweet house; we would have got 12 mudkas of mishti doi(a Bengali dessert) instead of 2 for the same money. The price for being disloyal …… Sigh
And this weekend we have a Russian adventure planned.haha
Like yesterday…..
I was so busy chatting when reality bit me- the pleasant smell of something burning. I had kept the milk to boil and forgot about it. And there lay my masterpiece – an intricate design in black and white rendered on a stainless steel background. Davinci would have turned green with envy. Now, if I had my camera?? You would be staring at my masterpiece here, Dan Brown would be writing his next best seller and I would be on the phone with Sotheby’s ;)
Letting your imagination run wild is not a crime.
I, an established miser, in an attempt to save a few thousand bucks, asked my relative in Saudi to get me a digicam. The digicam duly arrived at home, but I haven’t. 246 more hours to go :D
I did save some money. But of course with due respect to the law of conservation of savings, I squandered it on my innumerable culinary adventures .Me and my roommate make a rather lethal combo when it comes to trying out new cuisines and restaurants. “Choodu vellathil veena poocha thanutha vellam kandaalum pedikum”, but we don’t get demotivated that easily. We have enough experiences to write a “Restaurants in Delhi-where not to go” guide. The high lights would be:
The Mexican disaster: The posters on the wall looked tempting enough. The food, in my roomies words “tasted like vomit”. She gave a far more “juicy” description, which I would rather not write down here. I don’t want people puking on my blog. It would look pretty dirty rt?
Japanese Hara-kiri: When I ordered the dish, ignoring the price and the deplorable state of my wallet, I never knew that plain boiled chicken could me made so tempting. A very sophisticated name on the menu and a very sophisticated waiter to pronounce it is all it took!!!
And the most recent one put a semicolon (the full stop will need a lot more coaxing) to my love for Bengali food. The place was supposedly the best Bengali restaurant in Delhi. The ambience and service were definitely good, but the food let us down. We should have stuck to our regular Bengali sweet house; we would have got 12 mudkas of mishti doi(a Bengali dessert) instead of 2 for the same money. The price for being disloyal …… Sigh
And this weekend we have a Russian adventure planned.haha
Monday, June 18, 2007
444 and counting
444 more hours and i m home.
My mother tells me not to count hours like this. "Dont look fwd to sumthng so much. u may be in for a big disppointment " is what she says.
But I have been doing ds for the past 5 years ; before every sessionals, before each endsem (ask my friends who have seen the "--- hours to go" piece of paper in my room before each exam and poor me sitting infront of it fighting off the exam-induced-drowsiness and the"i desperately need to read some book-and yes- before the exam too " syndrome ), before my each flight home- dts a hell lot of counting involved.Not to mention the number of times i recount.
And nowadays i even volunteer to count the hours for my roommate who is going home soon.
pretty desperate eh? or can i boast of being crazy? :)
Why am i so obssessed with counting?(And of late i have come to the realization that i ask way too many questions while talking - why? what? how come? really? why not?.....Its now creeping into my blogs too. A few days back i even thought of putting up a post with just questions-questions i have often asked myself)
Maybe because i hate waiting.But then everyone hates to wait and though i have seen people who count the number of days, i am yet to meet someone who count the hours.
I am unique , like everyone else :)
My mother tells me not to count hours like this. "Dont look fwd to sumthng so much. u may be in for a big disppointment " is what she says.
But I have been doing ds for the past 5 years ; before every sessionals, before each endsem (ask my friends who have seen the "--- hours to go" piece of paper in my room before each exam and poor me sitting infront of it fighting off the exam-induced-drowsiness and the"i desperately need to read some book-and yes- before the exam too " syndrome ), before my each flight home- dts a hell lot of counting involved.Not to mention the number of times i recount.
And nowadays i even volunteer to count the hours for my roommate who is going home soon.
pretty desperate eh? or can i boast of being crazy? :)
Why am i so obssessed with counting?(And of late i have come to the realization that i ask way too many questions while talking - why? what? how come? really? why not?.....Its now creeping into my blogs too. A few days back i even thought of putting up a post with just questions-questions i have often asked myself)
Maybe because i hate waiting.But then everyone hates to wait and though i have seen people who count the number of days, i am yet to meet someone who count the hours.
I am unique , like everyone else :)
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