You know you're corporate,
*When you wear socks with your favorite floaters.
*When you change your socks, as it doesn't color co-ordinatine with the floaters.
*When you remove the floaters altogether,because they aint formal.
*When imaginary, solid strong strings tug at your heart, at the sight of an unused pair of jeans lying crumpled and unused.
*When realizing that you've forgotten your ID, means a lot more headache than talking your way out of a grumpy ol' guard at the gate.
*When virgin white walls of the buildings gives you the creeps.
*When a infinite supply of coffee and tea, simply implies more work.
*When a lady smiles at you and you instantly smile back,knowing fully well that it isn't personal and that she's just doing her job.
*When a cupboard full of tees hoot gloriously for your attention, and all you can do is pick up the silent, boring kurta.
*When you know that no one can give you a proxy and vice versa.
*When the innocence is gone and no one thinks twice about having lost it.
*When you know the whole schedule for the day.
*When your gut wrenches at the sight of your college and the phenomenal college days.
PS- Sadly, I'm not complaining. I wish I were, but I'm not. I'm simply observing. Guess that makes me corporate. 'Boohoo!Get on with it', snorts a corporate being from within.
The End.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Gu-gu ga-ga
A tall creature looks at me and says-
“I’m your papa!Say papa! say papa!”
And all I can understandably say is-
“Gu-gu ga-ga!”.
Another beautiful creature takes me to her bosom
Tears well up and she gushes “I love u, my dear”,
And I think “That’d be awesome,
If only you would release me from the force so sheer.”
Fallen from up above,
From the land of butterflies and doves;
Little did I know,
That this new journey would be anything but slow!
Ah, a few years of silly toys,
A few more of worldly joys,
Hormones would pump in,
And I’d be in for an emotional spin.
Oh joy!I’d have a wifey,
Every little situation would be dicey;
Oh wait!I could also turn out to be gay-
And the society would happily keep me at bay.
Little replicas of me would emerge-
The paranoia and emotions would merge,
Compounding the complications,
Ah! God and his machinations!
Give me a break, I scream in despair,
Without having me completely ensnared,
Deep within the pits of my innerself,
Where qualms and fears permanently dwell.
“Gu-gu ga-ga”, I scream and scram,
Unwilling to learn ,and enter the sham,
Unwilling to relive what I just foresaw-
The future simply waits for me, evincing a ‘duh!
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Al right. Finally, a post on Love. A billion dollar industry. Something that compels people to happily last a lifetime without so much as a frown. Honestly I've scouted around the areas that border on the subject of love, scoured everything around it. A lot of people I've talked to have dived right into this holy grail.
However what I do not understand is how a person can be involved with another for a period of time, and then break up with him/her. When I say involved, I mean in love. When you're in love, you're transformed. Anything or everything you say or do, you owe it to the person you are in love with. Your life shall be defined by that focal point-Your love. Every fibre of your being comes to be in sync with the other person. A change as great as this cannot be reversible at any point of time. So when one breaks-up with another and says,"'I'm over her/him" , I say 'Absolute downright bullshit!'. It just means that either the person hasn't found his true love or that the person is simply wearing a mask. I know quite a few people who've gone through this phase, and I can honestly say, they were in one of the two states mentioned above.
So folks..It's a win-win situation either way!!If you cannot seem to move on.. Well then, you've found the love of your life..The Stephanie Meyer/Shakespearean eternal types! Misery is soon set to get away from you! And if you have moved on, then you can jump off a cliff in sheer happiness-reason being, a much better one [in comparison to the previous one of course] is on the cards and waiting round the corner just for you!
Life, sometimes, really isn't bitch you know!;)
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Perpetual life!
I've always, always, always wondered if I were someone in my past life. I always seemed to root for Gandhi[The Mahatma one, not the class ones!].You know- A challenging life, vegetarian policies and glory for eternity-My kinda thing. Lost out in the roles I could've and would've played in my previous lives, I failed to acknowledge my role in the present one. It never struck me that I could be someone in this life as well! I went to Goa recently, and found out..I could very well be Poseidon's child!:D For all of those who do not follow Greek Mythology, here's a heads up. Kronos,The king of Titans had three sons-Zeus,The God of thunder and Lightning, Poseidon- The God of Seas, Hades- The God of the Underworld. I believe I have the DNA of Poseidon. :P
All I remember about Goa are the beaches and the sands. Swimming, floating,drowning and playing in every one of the them! I love the beaches! The very nature of it. Always flowing, always rising up and down. The blue translucent fibres of life that coagulate to form one scary entity-The Ocean. The Ocean that exudes a force and volume, which no child of Zeus or Hades can withstand.. The seemingly endless mystery that refuses to fade into oblivion, the lapping waves that leave its trail on the sands ,however ephemeral it may be. The thundering force with which it crashes into the rocks, shapes them and renders them majestically beautiful!Every time the waters took me down, I resurfaced with a new dose of energy and vigor.
Water water everywhere,
More and more, I greedily crave!
Up and roaring come the giant waves,
Now insert somethin that rhymes with waves.!
PS-This post has no conclusion. Just like the waters never rest, so does the Daughter of Mr P never concludes her babble.
All I remember about Goa are the beaches and the sands. Swimming, floating,drowning and playing in every one of the them! I love the beaches! The very nature of it. Always flowing, always rising up and down. The blue translucent fibres of life that coagulate to form one scary entity-The Ocean. The Ocean that exudes a force and volume, which no child of Zeus or Hades can withstand.. The seemingly endless mystery that refuses to fade into oblivion, the lapping waves that leave its trail on the sands ,however ephemeral it may be. The thundering force with which it crashes into the rocks, shapes them and renders them majestically beautiful!Every time the waters took me down, I resurfaced with a new dose of energy and vigor.
Water water everywhere,
More and more, I greedily crave!
Up and roaring come the giant waves,
Now insert somethin that rhymes with waves.!
PS-This post has no conclusion. Just like the waters never rest, so does the Daughter of Mr P never concludes her babble.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Interview sagas.
It was the season of the oh-so-boring campus recruitments!![ Hey!!DO NOT judge me!! when you
--have attended 10 placements and have been thrown out in the first round for 9 of them, I'm sure you wouldn't be too thrilled either
--When you've been trekking for the past three days under varied climatic conditions[read torturing] and slept in a makeshift camp, wouldn't you be donning veeru sahara bhuddi's hairstyle?! ]
So, owing to the demonic hair texture I've been blessed with I decide to dip my head in a bucket of oil a night before the recruitments, give it some kind of a structure, forget to take a head bath the next morning, and head straight to college.
Let me paint you a pretty little picture of myself on the fated day-
Oily head, limping gait[courtesy trek], washed out-barely pressed kurta, tattered jeans, sandals threatening to snip away from my humongous large feet.[God! I use a lot of adjectives! but I do do them justice, you know] .
The agenda for the day -
Round 1a): Aptitude test, which I thought was no better than the others.
Round 1b):Programming Ability, which I thought was the worst of the lot.
Out of the blue news: Through to Round 2[My wtf moment!]
Intermission between Round 1 and 2: Decision time: consciously screw up the group discussion, but most important-set the damn hair right!
Round 2: GD begins, and I involuntarily babble , thump my fist on the table, make some non-existent points, swing the pen in my hands like a witch does with her wand and come out nauseated.
Intermission between Round 2 and 3: Nauseated, as I didn't exert self-control and shut the hell up. And no surprises here. Of course I'm selected! [If you think I sound smug, you really need lessons in sarcasm.Contact this person for the same.]
Round 3: Lapse of self-control. Continuous stream of technical bull flows from my mouth like the streams of Bandajje.[that's where I'd been to trek by the way, lovely place, you should go too, without hindrances to your restroom reservations.]
Coming back to the topic-
Intermission between Round 3 and 4: Heated discussions on the cellular device. Entire history of the company drawn up in a matter of seconds. Advice from well-wishers ..Last chance to screw up the interview else you're screwed for life!
Round 4: Finally I draw up the courage to tell 'them' - Sorry Sir, for having wasted your time. I already have an offer in this domain.' [My personal Wah Taj moment!]
After round 5, I presume that I'm rejected, and that I can go back home with the satisfaction of having rejected the offer!![Gimme a hi-fi dude! moment. ]
I come out skipping like a happy little butterfly[ or a weird bug?I dunno, the hair stye spoils the picture.]
Then comes the mother of all anti-climaxes-The list of selected students is announced , and Voila! I'm selected!
I stay in depression for two weeks, sulk for two months, and finally come across srk's tweet that said- "Negativity doesn't help. So be positive. No other option.!"
[the negativity in the most positive statement I've ever heard perked me up[I'mself-destructive my friend says] and as of now, I'm super excited that the company I will be mostly joining needs me to twist my tongue to pronounce it!;) ]
PS- As of now, I'm happy and grateful for having made it through the selection process.:)[Thank you for asking!!]
--have attended 10 placements and have been thrown out in the first round for 9 of them, I'm sure you wouldn't be too thrilled either
--When you've been trekking for the past three days under varied climatic conditions[read torturing] and slept in a makeshift camp, wouldn't you be donning veeru sahara bhuddi's hairstyle?! ]
So, owing to the demonic hair texture I've been blessed with I decide to dip my head in a bucket of oil a night before the recruitments, give it some kind of a structure, forget to take a head bath the next morning, and head straight to college.
Let me paint you a pretty little picture of myself on the fated day-
Oily head, limping gait[courtesy trek], washed out-barely pressed kurta, tattered jeans, sandals threatening to snip away from my humongous large feet.[God! I use a lot of adjectives! but I do do them justice, you know] .
The agenda for the day -
Round 1a): Aptitude test, which I thought was no better than the others.
Round 1b):Programming Ability, which I thought was the worst of the lot.
Out of the blue news: Through to Round 2[My wtf moment!]
Intermission between Round 1 and 2: Decision time: consciously screw up the group discussion, but most important-set the damn hair right!
Round 2: GD begins, and I involuntarily babble , thump my fist on the table, make some non-existent points, swing the pen in my hands like a witch does with her wand and come out nauseated.
Intermission between Round 2 and 3: Nauseated, as I didn't exert self-control and shut the hell up. And no surprises here. Of course I'm selected! [If you think I sound smug, you really need lessons in sarcasm.Contact this person for the same.]
Round 3: Lapse of self-control. Continuous stream of technical bull flows from my mouth like the streams of Bandajje.[that's where I'd been to trek by the way, lovely place, you should go too, without hindrances to your restroom reservations.]
Coming back to the topic-
Intermission between Round 3 and 4: Heated discussions on the cellular device. Entire history of the company drawn up in a matter of seconds. Advice from well-wishers ..Last chance to screw up the interview else you're screwed for life!
Round 4: Finally I draw up the courage to tell 'them' - Sorry Sir, for having wasted your time. I already have an offer in this domain.' [My personal Wah Taj moment!]
After round 5, I presume that I'm rejected, and that I can go back home with the satisfaction of having rejected the offer!![Gimme a hi-fi dude! moment. ]
I come out skipping like a happy little butterfly[ or a weird bug?I dunno, the hair stye spoils the picture.]
Then comes the mother of all anti-climaxes-The list of selected students is announced , and Voila! I'm selected!
I stay in depression for two weeks, sulk for two months, and finally come across srk's tweet that said- "Negativity doesn't help. So be positive. No other option.!"
[the negativity in the most positive statement I've ever heard perked me up[I'mself-destructive my friend says] and as of now, I'm super excited that the company I will be mostly joining needs me to twist my tongue to pronounce it!;) ]
PS- As of now, I'm happy and grateful for having made it through the selection process.:)[Thank you for asking!!]
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Mental lassy!
A momenatary shy glance,
And she took up her stance,
She knew he was the one,
The damned son of a gun.
"Tis love at first sight"she thought,
Her eye, he caught;
She winked, he blinked,
And her love story she inked.
He came,one day,sans his stubble,
Easily bursting her happy bubble-
Acne and moles spelling a lifetime of trouble,
Her dreams of a hunk lay in ruins and rubbles.
"We're off", she texted,
The confused guy had been bested,
Another day,another hunk,
And her brains dropped with a clunk!
PS-very very amateur piece of poetry,I agree.But the first one with a structure..chomp chomp chomp!!celebrate for me!!;)
And she took up her stance,
She knew he was the one,
The damned son of a gun.
"Tis love at first sight"she thought,
Her eye, he caught;
She winked, he blinked,
And her love story she inked.
He came,one day,sans his stubble,
Easily bursting her happy bubble-
Acne and moles spelling a lifetime of trouble,
Her dreams of a hunk lay in ruins and rubbles.
"We're off", she texted,
The confused guy had been bested,
Another day,another hunk,
And her brains dropped with a clunk!
PS-very very amateur piece of poetry,I agree.But the first one with a structure..chomp chomp chomp!!celebrate for me!!;)
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Anonymous memories
Well, I was extremely jobless and depressed yesterday[ yeah yeah,my normal state of affairs]. Anyway to cheer myself up I opened a dusty ol' book- A book which instantly filled me with so many memories, that it numbed me with the very realization; a book with so many revelations that it overwhelmed me to the point of crying[ yeah..a very abnormal state of affairs for me]. Imagine how you would feel if you wanted to go to the loo super urgently but your legs were stuck in a cement mould of the toughest kind. Something similar, but less grose and more meaningful- was what I was going through at 12:30 in the night yesterday. My eyes refused to well up, instead my throat knotted up so hard, I had to force the tears down the throat to moisten the same..Or so I think is what I did[Don't tell me it's physically impossible!Nothing normal ever applies to me]. I'm not very conscious at 12:30 in the night you know.
Putting aside the behavioural diagnostics of my body, brings me to the point I'd originally set out to make. My book!!My prized book..My 10th standard slam book!The very thought of it brings a huge stupid grin on my face. My mom tells me I'm mentally immature. Honestly, I feel for having heard that. Well,more on that later. While reading through the book[the slam book!focus!will you??] I found out that people really did love and care for each other, despite the fact that it's all gone and shrivelled down to the point of non-existence.
Ohh!Here are a few facts and statistics of the awesome days!!-->
My gang was called SADDAM'S BJP ..Lmao!this piece of information cracks me up even to this day!!
The rival gang called ODLC-OneDozen Lazy Chickens!
We prided ourselves on being the big fat sloths!:D
I was the President of the L Board committee..I remember taking this committee very seriously,having monthly recruitments for trainees and assistants alike .
AAAH!!I miss the good ol' innocent days with Miss Leelavathi[When I say Miss Leelu, You should picturize a fat, dark skinned lady, complete with spectacles,copper coloured hair,A woman whose manner of walking would put a lady troll to shame:D]
So one summer day,when the power supply is off, our Miss Leelu strolls into the class like a sweaty troll.
Leelu: 'C'mon ma,switch on the lights!' .
XX [my friend]: 'No power m'am!'
Leelu: Ok,Switch on the fans then.
XX: Falls down twitching grotesquely with laughter.
I forgot that back then I was short!![short=>cute in my dictionary], that I rode to school by cycle[YEah!!As you would guess,it was awesome!!],and that I had the cutest little white and green basket to carry my lunch!!:)Absolute fairy tale setting!!
Like the 10th grade came to a sudden halt, the final semester is crushing me down with its finality. All I can hope is that, may be, just may be...the fairy tale setting of the childhood days will never elude me in the coming years as well.:)
Putting aside the behavioural diagnostics of my body, brings me to the point I'd originally set out to make. My book!!My prized book..My 10th standard slam book!The very thought of it brings a huge stupid grin on my face. My mom tells me I'm mentally immature. Honestly, I feel for having heard that. Well,more on that later. While reading through the book[the slam book!focus!will you??] I found out that people really did love and care for each other, despite the fact that it's all gone and shrivelled down to the point of non-existence.
Ohh!Here are a few facts and statistics of the awesome days!!-->
My gang was called SADDAM'S BJP ..Lmao!this piece of information cracks me up even to this day!!
The rival gang called ODLC-OneDozen Lazy Chickens!
We prided ourselves on being the big fat sloths!:D
I was the President of the L Board committee..I remember taking this committee very seriously,having monthly recruitments for trainees and assistants alike .
AAAH!!I miss the good ol' innocent days with Miss Leelavathi[When I say Miss Leelu, You should picturize a fat, dark skinned lady, complete with spectacles,copper coloured hair,A woman whose manner of walking would put a lady troll to shame:D]
So one summer day,when the power supply is off, our Miss Leelu strolls into the class like a sweaty troll.
Leelu: 'C'mon ma,switch on the lights!' .
XX [my friend]: 'No power m'am!'
Leelu: Ok,Switch on the fans then.
XX: Falls down twitching grotesquely with laughter.
I forgot that back then I was short!![short=>cute in my dictionary], that I rode to school by cycle[YEah!!As you would guess,it was awesome!!],and that I had the cutest little white and green basket to carry my lunch!!:)Absolute fairy tale setting!!
Like the 10th grade came to a sudden halt, the final semester is crushing me down with its finality. All I can hope is that, may be, just may be...the fairy tale setting of the childhood days will never elude me in the coming years as well.:)
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Who's that!:D:D
Helloowweeee folks!
It's been quite a while!How have you been holding up on the irony called life?
Today I choose not to bore you with my reverse philosophical ideologies.
Instead, I'd like you to navigate to the page called Miss Nomer!!
My friend's finally arrived on the blogosphere!!
[yayy!]
Check out her blogspace for absolute cut-throat cynism and satire of the highest level. ;)
PS-I feel like a TV anchor announcing the arrival of a celebrity. :D
God bless and take care!
It's been quite a while!How have you been holding up on the irony called life?
Today I choose not to bore you with my reverse philosophical ideologies.
Instead, I'd like you to navigate to the page called Miss Nomer!!
My friend's finally arrived on the blogosphere!!
[yayy!]
Check out her blogspace for absolute cut-throat cynism and satire of the highest level. ;)
PS-I feel like a TV anchor announcing the arrival of a celebrity. :D
God bless and take care!
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
:)!!
Excruciatingly painful and exquisitely beautiful. Confusion reined and so did ecstasy. Why am I talking like a dope? Because [ahem ahem..here goes..] I've just returned from the first ever two day trip-cum-trek of my engineering life. Iwould like to continue talking like a dope, describing every single emotion, every single thought along the journey; every single chilling, tingly feeling when the water crept up to my skin- piercing like needles that had been specially super sharpened by sadists, but I figure it would eventually bore you...[and make you a little jealous ;)] So, being the good girl I am[[:P]], I'm just going to highlight the events that took place,the very ones that served to make one helluva trip.
We did things we've never ever done on a normal trip.
For starters, we cooked!![oh yeah!]
The menu being-biryani, noodles, upma, lemon tea![:D].
We set up a camp!
And a campfire!
We stepped on elephant dung and realized, it was surprisingly light and soft.[We've never done that before!!So stop rolling your eyes!]
We caught sight of a rabbit, and the first reaction was not delight, but terror, and mine was vice- versa [apparently its common knowledge that snakes breed where rabbits are abound..Who knew that?!!]
A few of our friends went missing for a couple of hours, only to end up in another camp and spend the night there!:D
" Why trek?What good comes out of climbing up and down the hill ?" was what one of my classmates had apparently asked another. I began to wonder the same, and it hardly took me a moment to realize why.To the anonymous moron, here's why: we climb up the hill ,braving all the vagaries of nature, with the sole thought being a part of the adventure. What the adventure brings with it is a crude test of mental and physical strength. One becomes increasingly aware of one's pattern of breathing, appreciating the significance of oxygen at every step along the way, not to mention the overwhelming gratefulness one feels upon sighting a clean restroom.[:P] One comes to trust his gut, one learns to hope, and learns to put complete faith in the single person who guides us along the way. One learns a lesson for life!
Alright,now that I've vented out my philosophical anger at the person, I believe its time for me to wrap it up.
Just a quick mention of the ones who were a part of the trek-
Dee, NAndu, Ashwin, Arun.c, Pinky, Gautam, Manju, Ram, Akshay, Kulla, Beeresh, Balu and meeee!!
Ohhh,most importantly,
The place was BAndajje falls!:)
We did things we've never ever done on a normal trip.
For starters, we cooked!![oh yeah!]
The menu being-biryani, noodles, upma, lemon tea![:D].
We set up a camp!
And a campfire!
We stepped on elephant dung and realized, it was surprisingly light and soft.[We've never done that before!!So stop rolling your eyes!]
We caught sight of a rabbit, and the first reaction was not delight, but terror, and mine was vice- versa [apparently its common knowledge that snakes breed where rabbits are abound..Who knew that?!!]
A few of our friends went missing for a couple of hours, only to end up in another camp and spend the night there!:D
" Why trek?What good comes out of climbing up and down the hill ?" was what one of my classmates had apparently asked another. I began to wonder the same, and it hardly took me a moment to realize why.To the anonymous moron, here's why: we climb up the hill ,braving all the vagaries of nature, with the sole thought being a part of the adventure. What the adventure brings with it is a crude test of mental and physical strength. One becomes increasingly aware of one's pattern of breathing, appreciating the significance of oxygen at every step along the way, not to mention the overwhelming gratefulness one feels upon sighting a clean restroom.[:P] One comes to trust his gut, one learns to hope, and learns to put complete faith in the single person who guides us along the way. One learns a lesson for life!
Alright,now that I've vented out my philosophical anger at the person, I believe its time for me to wrap it up.
Just a quick mention of the ones who were a part of the trek-
Dee, NAndu, Ashwin, Arun.c, Pinky, Gautam, Manju, Ram, Akshay, Kulla, Beeresh, Balu and meeee!!
Ohhh,most importantly,
The place was BAndajje falls!:)
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