As the tag-mania has taken the blogging world by storm it’s Mrs. X mania for me..;)
Anyways ,I’m sooner or later going to succumb to the tag bug..
Coming back to Mrs. X ..sorry about this disclaimer craze.. but I just can’t help it..
Disclaimer : If anything written in this post hurts anyone’s sentiments about Katrina Kaif.. pls bear with me ;0)
Just about two weeks back a massive cyclone .. Gonu had hit Oman and parts of uae including Fujairah. So the media – Tv and newspapers where giving news 24x7 about this cyclone. Naturally some of us were talking about this, when I wondered aloud about who gave the names to these cyclones .. n how were they named..
‘My Fair Lady’ told me rather seriously…
“ Anna u did not know? These cyclones are actually names of people.. you know there were cyclones like Katrina..(pause..) .. Kaifa ..pause.. now Gonu .. “
I had never heard of a cyclone named Kaifa.. when it suddenly struck me.. Mrs. X got confused wid Katrina Kaif.. whoa ..i told her about it.. n both of us burst out laughing..she told me she confused cyclone Rita with ‘kaifa’..;)
Then I told her about our Katrina Kaif.. n she sheepishly told me about reading it in that day’s tabloids..
Anyways, I’ll never forget about our cyclone ‘kaifa’..;)
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Saturday, July 14, 2007
My Fair Lady Series I –Car Parking
I’m back from hibernation mode.. as paro tagged me.. 2 months.. yeah rather long..
reasons for being in that mode ?
It’s just the change of place and pursuing some of my pastimes which I definitely won’t b able to do so once I get back to kerala.Being in abu dhabi feels great, so just could not get myself to the comp to write down something in my blog. Reading blogs though, still dominates my net surfing time.. as orkut has been blocked in uae.
Coming back to this post…I’m feeling overtly tempted to write a disclaimer..here goes…
Disclaimer: All characters and events in this post are ANYTHING BUT fictional.
If this post reminds you of anyone you know.. please let me know. We might be thinking of the same person. ;).. the world has literally become a global village.
Well let me give an intro:I know this lady Mrs. X ( to protect privacy..) pretty well and some of my conversations have been so funny dat I would luv to make a tele series on the incidents.. and hopefully the series would be a household name.. okay jokes apart..
Mrs X has a car and getting a parking in this ever shrinking place is a Herculean task.. so lady luck bestowed her blessings on ‘my fair lady’ in the form of underground parking space. As every normal underground parking area, each person gets a card which they have to hold out in front of the machine which controls the entry and exit into the parking area.
This is where the trouble brews… Mrs. X is not accustomed to holding out a card from the driver’s seat until the oh-so-confusing machine recognizes the card! So the first day when she used the parking space here’s what happened:
1.She drove up to the card machine.. but as most ladies tend to do.. she pulled up her car a ‘bit away’ from the machine.. in the sense that the car was far from being adjacent to the footpath where the machine is kept.
2.She opens her bag, empties all contents and finally manages to get the card. Then ‘my fair lady’ rolls down her window just half way through.. ;) and she swishes the card in front of the machine.. obviously it didn’t work..
3.Picturing this in my mind still makes me smile.. she starts to frantically wave the card in front of the machine.. but it’s really tough for her.. since the window is not even fully rolled down..(don’t mistake me.. I was not standing some where n laughing at her..I went up to her and asked her 2 fully roll down the window which she didn’t comply to..;0 )
4.after 5 mins of showing the card in all sorts of positions in front of the machine.. she decides to get out of the car n show the card.. finally.. the machine worked n she hurried back into the car.. lest it should close again!
5.The last time I asked her about her parking space she told me that she tries her best to get parking outside… though the fact remains that a privileged few only get this underground parking space .. free from the sun, rain n dust.. n get spared of the grueling minutes searching for a parking space…
Describing these incidents will never compromise for those really funny moments when u actually get to witness these scenes…
My fair lady happens to be one of the best managers I have ever heard of.. or come across.. she’s just to good at decision making, multi tasking, communication and the likes … oh communication dat reminds me of something…
That’s it for now.. cya till my fair lady series II.. cyclones…
Signing off
Anna
reasons for being in that mode ?
It’s just the change of place and pursuing some of my pastimes which I definitely won’t b able to do so once I get back to kerala.Being in abu dhabi feels great, so just could not get myself to the comp to write down something in my blog. Reading blogs though, still dominates my net surfing time.. as orkut has been blocked in uae.
Coming back to this post…I’m feeling overtly tempted to write a disclaimer..here goes…
Disclaimer: All characters and events in this post are ANYTHING BUT fictional.
If this post reminds you of anyone you know.. please let me know. We might be thinking of the same person. ;).. the world has literally become a global village.
Well let me give an intro:I know this lady Mrs. X ( to protect privacy..) pretty well and some of my conversations have been so funny dat I would luv to make a tele series on the incidents.. and hopefully the series would be a household name.. okay jokes apart..
Mrs X has a car and getting a parking in this ever shrinking place is a Herculean task.. so lady luck bestowed her blessings on ‘my fair lady’ in the form of underground parking space. As every normal underground parking area, each person gets a card which they have to hold out in front of the machine which controls the entry and exit into the parking area.
This is where the trouble brews… Mrs. X is not accustomed to holding out a card from the driver’s seat until the oh-so-confusing machine recognizes the card! So the first day when she used the parking space here’s what happened:
1.She drove up to the card machine.. but as most ladies tend to do.. she pulled up her car a ‘bit away’ from the machine.. in the sense that the car was far from being adjacent to the footpath where the machine is kept.
2.She opens her bag, empties all contents and finally manages to get the card. Then ‘my fair lady’ rolls down her window just half way through.. ;) and she swishes the card in front of the machine.. obviously it didn’t work..
3.Picturing this in my mind still makes me smile.. she starts to frantically wave the card in front of the machine.. but it’s really tough for her.. since the window is not even fully rolled down..(don’t mistake me.. I was not standing some where n laughing at her..I went up to her and asked her 2 fully roll down the window which she didn’t comply to..;0 )
4.after 5 mins of showing the card in all sorts of positions in front of the machine.. she decides to get out of the car n show the card.. finally.. the machine worked n she hurried back into the car.. lest it should close again!
5.The last time I asked her about her parking space she told me that she tries her best to get parking outside… though the fact remains that a privileged few only get this underground parking space .. free from the sun, rain n dust.. n get spared of the grueling minutes searching for a parking space…
Describing these incidents will never compromise for those really funny moments when u actually get to witness these scenes…
My fair lady happens to be one of the best managers I have ever heard of.. or come across.. she’s just to good at decision making, multi tasking, communication and the likes … oh communication dat reminds me of something…
That’s it for now.. cya till my fair lady series II.. cyclones…
Signing off
Anna
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
A Paradigm Shift
Okay whats this all about??
A paradigm shift is a change in our inner selves.. we view things the way we want it to be.. and our behaviour and attitude stems from the primary way we view things.
So a paradigm shift is something like changing the basic priorities in life..
whats your basic priority in life??
Okay this varies from person to person, time to time.. but here’s the difference. A primary priority should never change.. if it changes it’s a secondary priority.. like when I was in school my priority was to do everything in the best manner.. be it studies,sports, helping friends…anything for that matter..
Now that I’m in college priorities change.. away from family..with friends 24x7.. they’ve become an integral part of every student (at least hostelites wud agree to this..)… to give our full in everything.. from social relationships to studies… but these are secondary priorities.. one of my friends stumped me with a question.. she really keeps me thinking.. makes me wonder what are we doin here… was my roommate.. okay enough of her..she asked me.. wat do u wanna do in ur life ,anna?
family and friends matter, Grades come n go, gpas matter, but whats the basic priority? A gud life.. why do we wanna do well in life?? Its just like after skool , u think “hey college life’s coming..its goin to be complete masti..” ..u reach college and you might change part of your opinion..! then you think.. okay after this work.. its gonna be hectic.. but finally some cash.. big pay cheques.. for what?? To have a better life? What’s a better life when you have stressing work, ground breaking deadlines.. hours in front of the computer..or whatever..? when you work you have to work on something you are passionate about..forget the work part for now.. coz I’m not working to know what it actually means to be having deadlines or anything..
coming back to the basic priority in life: be so content with what you have ,..that no matter where u are or what u do… u wud be happy with it.. that doesn’t mean you should stop trying.. but within your limits.. you should realize when you are going over the limit stressing yourself..
I was just reading this book..Tuesdays with Morrie.. one of the most awesome books I have read till date… it’s about a prof named morrie and he knew he was about to die in a few months time… coz of the disease he had.. but he continued doin everything he could do as normally as possible.. the story is narrated by a student of his.. rather his fav. Student.. he wud spent Tuesdays with his prof at his home and they would talk about everything.. work,family,emotions.. its an awesome read.. makes u realize that whatever you do, whoever you are wherever you go.. finally you have to face it.. the brutal reality.. how you have to cope up with it..how you deal with situations in life.. setting priorities.. it’s a really wonderful book.. read it.. its worth it..
Chal then.. serious talk for a while..hope it keeps u thinking….
Tc
Anna
PS: 3 posts published on same day.. but had been wirtten earlier.. cudn't publish due to net problems at grand mom's place.. finally made it.. still no net connetcion at ggrand mom's place..;(
Okay whats this all about??
A paradigm shift is a change in our inner selves.. we view things the way we want it to be.. and our behaviour and attitude stems from the primary way we view things.
So a paradigm shift is something like changing the basic priorities in life..
whats your basic priority in life??
Okay this varies from person to person, time to time.. but here’s the difference. A primary priority should never change.. if it changes it’s a secondary priority.. like when I was in school my priority was to do everything in the best manner.. be it studies,sports, helping friends…anything for that matter..
Now that I’m in college priorities change.. away from family..with friends 24x7.. they’ve become an integral part of every student (at least hostelites wud agree to this..)… to give our full in everything.. from social relationships to studies… but these are secondary priorities.. one of my friends stumped me with a question.. she really keeps me thinking.. makes me wonder what are we doin here… was my roommate.. okay enough of her..she asked me.. wat do u wanna do in ur life ,anna?
family and friends matter, Grades come n go, gpas matter, but whats the basic priority? A gud life.. why do we wanna do well in life?? Its just like after skool , u think “hey college life’s coming..its goin to be complete masti..” ..u reach college and you might change part of your opinion..! then you think.. okay after this work.. its gonna be hectic.. but finally some cash.. big pay cheques.. for what?? To have a better life? What’s a better life when you have stressing work, ground breaking deadlines.. hours in front of the computer..or whatever..? when you work you have to work on something you are passionate about..forget the work part for now.. coz I’m not working to know what it actually means to be having deadlines or anything..
coming back to the basic priority in life: be so content with what you have ,..that no matter where u are or what u do… u wud be happy with it.. that doesn’t mean you should stop trying.. but within your limits.. you should realize when you are going over the limit stressing yourself..
I was just reading this book..Tuesdays with Morrie.. one of the most awesome books I have read till date… it’s about a prof named morrie and he knew he was about to die in a few months time… coz of the disease he had.. but he continued doin everything he could do as normally as possible.. the story is narrated by a student of his.. rather his fav. Student.. he wud spent Tuesdays with his prof at his home and they would talk about everything.. work,family,emotions.. its an awesome read.. makes u realize that whatever you do, whoever you are wherever you go.. finally you have to face it.. the brutal reality.. how you have to cope up with it..how you deal with situations in life.. setting priorities.. it’s a really wonderful book.. read it.. its worth it..
Chal then.. serious talk for a while..hope it keeps u thinking….
Tc
Anna
PS: 3 posts published on same day.. but had been wirtten earlier.. cudn't publish due to net problems at grand mom's place.. finally made it.. still no net connetcion at ggrand mom's place..;(
Yeah Made IT!!
Yeah….I made it!!
Hey.. don’t get this wrong.. I didn’t get thru’ KBC.. nor did I finally learn how to make chicken curry the way my mom makes.. nor did I assemble my pc by myself..okay forget the so mundane things in life I have yet to do..;).. no points for guessing what I finally did.. even if u try u won’t guess it rite.. just sometime back I had told one of my friends.. a classmate of mine about a really wacky wish of mine.. its really wacky..;) .. don’t want the rest of the world to hear it.. he had a weird expression on his face after hearing that.. n I realized t’was prolly better to chuck out that wish for the time being.. !
Okay coming back ….
I walked thru’ the streets of calicut form one end to another.. seriously.. the time I started was 3 in the afternoon.. not a very cool time for this season.. it was burnin hot.. but c I was kinda jobless n also I did not know where I was.. thanks to me sleeping in the bus.. got a bus from the S.M street back to my place(at 2 somethin.. ).. sat next to a man who was already sleeping .. falling on the side.. I hate that.. n I always happen to have the wonderful opportunity to sit beside such people.. be it any mode of transport.. bus, train or plane..:(
So.. it was scorching hot .. the chicken biryani from Sagar was already making me feel so full .. and the wind blowing against my face.. it was the perfect ambience.. the next thing I knew .. I had reached some place.. seriously no idea.. I woke up.. coz the ‘nice’ conductor decided that ‘we’ had lost our place on the way.. the `we` refers to me and the man sittin next to me.. he woke us both up ,commenting ‘achanum molekum Veete ponde??” translation: ‘dad n daughter doesn’t wanna go home?’ .. I nearly freaked out.. thought I was dreaming.. cudn’t realize where I was .. n some crazy guy mistook the man sitting next to him to be my dad.. anyways I got down from the bus..and started walking just like dat.. after about an half an hour I reached familiar territory.. looked like I’ve been there before.. so I asked a lady whether I cud get the bus to my place from here.. she gave me a puzzled look .. she looked at me for sometime.. I think she thought I had gone nuts.. finally she told me that to get the bus I had to walk the way back.. in the sense the way I had come.. I was ready to scream out over there.. it was one hot day..
So I started walkin back.. really drudging along…n yeah to top it all I was walking along the footpath adjacent to the canoli canal.. for ppl who haven’t hrd abt the famous canoli canal let me enlighten u… it’s the most polluted canal or whatever.. in the city..
finally I reached back to the same bus stop from where I had got down from that bus.. since I realized that one way was wrong.. the way I had taken initially.. I knew that it had to be the other way.. so I stood there for sometime waiting for the bus back home.. now I was sure of the way I had just gone and come back aimlessly.. the names of the place.. everything.. I realized that if I walk the way back home.. I wud be sure of the remaining way also..the heat had reduced a lot.. the sky had become a bit cloudy.. n then I suddenly had this fleeting feeling that it might rain.. that would be IT… its not like hostel .. where the moment it rains.. we all run out into the courtyard.. the place I mentioned about in one of my posts… and get thoroughly drenched.. but now..its calicut..where I cud feel hard stares all the way thru.. staring back has almost become a hobby.. its just who wud stop staring first.. !!
Anyways I just kept my fingers crossed hoping it wudn’t rain.. n yeah I finally made it home..at 5:30… it dint rain.. n I guess i`ll hopefully never sleep in the bus again.. make it a point to stand for short journeys.. no matter what..and I’m sure I won’t stand and sleep..;)
PS: please donot think that I’m so ignorant that I didn’t know my way back home.. the home refers to my grand mom’s place in calicut specifically malaparamba, for those familiar with calicut.Not been there many times..
Hey.. don’t get this wrong.. I didn’t get thru’ KBC.. nor did I finally learn how to make chicken curry the way my mom makes.. nor did I assemble my pc by myself..okay forget the so mundane things in life I have yet to do..;).. no points for guessing what I finally did.. even if u try u won’t guess it rite.. just sometime back I had told one of my friends.. a classmate of mine about a really wacky wish of mine.. its really wacky..;) .. don’t want the rest of the world to hear it.. he had a weird expression on his face after hearing that.. n I realized t’was prolly better to chuck out that wish for the time being.. !
Okay coming back ….
I walked thru’ the streets of calicut form one end to another.. seriously.. the time I started was 3 in the afternoon.. not a very cool time for this season.. it was burnin hot.. but c I was kinda jobless n also I did not know where I was.. thanks to me sleeping in the bus.. got a bus from the S.M street back to my place(at 2 somethin.. ).. sat next to a man who was already sleeping .. falling on the side.. I hate that.. n I always happen to have the wonderful opportunity to sit beside such people.. be it any mode of transport.. bus, train or plane..:(
So.. it was scorching hot .. the chicken biryani from Sagar was already making me feel so full .. and the wind blowing against my face.. it was the perfect ambience.. the next thing I knew .. I had reached some place.. seriously no idea.. I woke up.. coz the ‘nice’ conductor decided that ‘we’ had lost our place on the way.. the `we` refers to me and the man sittin next to me.. he woke us both up ,commenting ‘achanum molekum Veete ponde??” translation: ‘dad n daughter doesn’t wanna go home?’ .. I nearly freaked out.. thought I was dreaming.. cudn’t realize where I was .. n some crazy guy mistook the man sitting next to him to be my dad.. anyways I got down from the bus..and started walking just like dat.. after about an half an hour I reached familiar territory.. looked like I’ve been there before.. so I asked a lady whether I cud get the bus to my place from here.. she gave me a puzzled look .. she looked at me for sometime.. I think she thought I had gone nuts.. finally she told me that to get the bus I had to walk the way back.. in the sense the way I had come.. I was ready to scream out over there.. it was one hot day..
So I started walkin back.. really drudging along…n yeah to top it all I was walking along the footpath adjacent to the canoli canal.. for ppl who haven’t hrd abt the famous canoli canal let me enlighten u… it’s the most polluted canal or whatever.. in the city..
finally I reached back to the same bus stop from where I had got down from that bus.. since I realized that one way was wrong.. the way I had taken initially.. I knew that it had to be the other way.. so I stood there for sometime waiting for the bus back home.. now I was sure of the way I had just gone and come back aimlessly.. the names of the place.. everything.. I realized that if I walk the way back home.. I wud be sure of the remaining way also..the heat had reduced a lot.. the sky had become a bit cloudy.. n then I suddenly had this fleeting feeling that it might rain.. that would be IT… its not like hostel .. where the moment it rains.. we all run out into the courtyard.. the place I mentioned about in one of my posts… and get thoroughly drenched.. but now..its calicut..where I cud feel hard stares all the way thru.. staring back has almost become a hobby.. its just who wud stop staring first.. !!
Anyways I just kept my fingers crossed hoping it wudn’t rain.. n yeah I finally made it home..at 5:30… it dint rain.. n I guess i`ll hopefully never sleep in the bus again.. make it a point to stand for short journeys.. no matter what..and I’m sure I won’t stand and sleep..;)
PS: please donot think that I’m so ignorant that I didn’t know my way back home.. the home refers to my grand mom’s place in calicut specifically malaparamba, for those familiar with calicut.Not been there many times..
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