Get Used To

Jus like keying in wrong password atleast twice the morning...
As if it was not me who changed it the previous evening.
Jus like asking "Besant Nagar?" again n again till auto driver gives me a puzzled look...
As if it was not me who moved out of that place of late .
Jus like calling out "s, s" again n again till my granny pulls the blanket and gives me a tutelarian look...
As if it was not me who shifted in here recently.
Jus like trying to push the specs up my nose and smile laconically in realisation...
As if it was not me who changed to lenses yesterday.

She has got used to it i said to myself and aloud i say "Nothing .careful.. " n pulled the lady on my left towards me, as a car passed by us.On a busy main road, hustling with vehicles and their deafening horns " I am so sorry !!!" the one on my right said with a very apolgetic tone ,biting her tongue,sqeezing her eyes closed tight.
"wat? y? i dint hear u ..." the one on my left was screaming through my ears.
A lil later the one on my left n i exchanged a smile , a smile that personified a great relief...for we knew how big a faux-paus it wud have been to ask a woman- which standard, her son ,who died recently, was studying in now?

On A Sunday Afternoon

Weekends
Talked of Stocks
Shares
ProjectManagers
SPMs
Work pressure
Business standard
Wait for the weekend
Had Capuccino
W800i
Earplugs
Heard One new song
Bike ride
Talk of Kerala
Pune
CAT scores
Managerial inabilities
Inox
No tickets for a movie
No food at food joint
Go 2 closed restuarants
Street plays
Laptop
Pizzas
Pepsi
No ice tea
Talk of Vodka (jus talk...;))
Tequila
Beer n
After effects of booze
Pondicherry
Cheap liquor
Ashram
Beachroads
Class definition
Books
Birthday
Hair style
Brands
Advertisements
Van Heusen
Allen Solly
Fried icecream
Restuarants
Blogs
Firmware update
Chennai
Bangalore
Weather
Pollution
Traffic
Beach
Cooking
Walked to office
Viewed runway
Plan trip to Kualalumpur
Show off Gold card
TAlk of Mp3 player
Tamil songs
Spencer plaza
Forum
Satyam
Mayajal
Toss for go karting / bowling
Digicam
Dairy milk desserts
Oversize shoes
Bowling
Phone calls
Travel agent
Marathhalli
Goggles
Adam teasing;)!!!!
Shoes
Jayalalitha
Upendra
Sahara
Stealth
Venus
Moon
Chocolate fudge :)
Chocolate mousse
Walnut cake

phew! that was to half a sundayz eat talk n loaf on streets of bangalore!:)

Sloppy SOP

Statement Of Purpose.
First things first.Here is the statement of purpose for this post.
The purpose of this post is to share my woes over penning down the Statement of Purpose for an application to a college of business education.woops! did I make make a statement out of the word purpose;).
okei okei Am all set to pen down on the papyrus an inimitable SOP-The statement of my purpose.Phew! lets go !has to be a bombastic one.The opening sentence could not have been more disastrous than the one i wrote first .here it goes "If u were to describe me in a word.."well wait wait! this sentence is gramatically, conceptually and morally flawed.Coz u dont
decsribe in a word... its in brief that u use a word..and that is no description watsoever.Next conceptually ytf do u think some1 reading ur SOP , with 100% probabaility of he not knowing you forget knowing u well enuff to describe, would want to desrcibe u.Next morally okei lets leave that part it would get too boring..i dont want to ennervate away with such trivia ;)Ditched that sentence undoubtedly;)Later.. had this urge to put this in quotes n bold like this...
"A vivacious enthusiast.
That ,would be my epithet."
howzzat?? oh cum u r not contesting in a peotry competition right?
Well i can exhaust the whole lexicon with all unwanted jargonary, but that would avail no fruition and that of course would be a trite(As most many of us land up writing it that way;)).
So how abt this?
The spectrum of light has jus 7 colors but my spectra of interests 1,2...7,8...oh boy!hehe cant even count...ouch! I am sure i will not write nythin funny(??!! looks more atrotious than funny though;)) Actually can go on n on with a rote endlessly to bore whomsoever concerned to death.Or I had another choice ,to dissimulate absolute decency and vitirolically say somethin like '....to the best institue under the sun here comes my application.It would be a fete to be associated with a college of such high caliber'(hopin it has one !) .Or take a militant approach to my resume and do all i can to save my image bein marred.At the end of the rough draft i realsied that i had proposed to the reader an antithesis of my bein ,nigglin around the ramified persona that i described myself as .Finally i allayed myself sayin a rampant canvassin would not fetch me a seat there .Then made a wise decision of sayin thus.
The following state the purpose for which i shall be interested in pursuing my management studies at this renowned institue.
1.To b a leader,one with a class.
2.To make money
3.To make money fast
4.To make more money
5.To make much more...okei i am sure u got the idea of wat i wrote down;)
If some1 has survived thru this tortuous letter ,then they would definitely call me to compliment me with a watta impalpable piece of shit i have churned out for an SOP;) which actually has lost the substance n the actual purpose of this whole exercise .In the end the purpose or the reason simply happens to b the empty space of about 1.5 pages in the application form reserved solely for this purpose:)

Strange

Its a damn cold night.Am shivering beneath the two layers of warm wear n a cup of hot tea.The teeth are difficult to separate .Not that i wanted to talk something at 2 in the night.Shez lying dead in the cold in the verandha of the house.Its been nearly 18 months i was here last.Never expected to come here on a night like this.She was on a toto now.My grand aunt to whom i have talked for a max of 1 hour put together all the little 'hi' n 'hello'z i have exchanged with her, for nothing-but-formality sake, in her life time.The grand aunt was at home when mom had an operation.When the other aunt had a premature child n wanted assistance or domestic help i would word it.She was called for when the uncle standing on the right most had his toe amputed.She was there when they decided to perform the thread ceremony of a cousin in the village ,earlier this year.She had cooked for a 100 ple during the naming ceremony of my cousin sis.She had no kin to care for , no husband to standby.The childhood lived in embarassment for she was the plumpest of all siblings.Youth lived in misery coz her in-laws accused her of earning a widowhood .Later siblings snubbed her from being independent financially r otherwise...wat if she was a loud mouth ..wat if she did lotta backbitin...she was called for on all occassions
when there was work and left almost uncared for when she wanted care.Helpless on a cold winter night.The best I could do was to shut up n sip my tea.I felt very close to her now ..as if she was cryin out her woes to me.Strange her death had brought me close to her n she lives in my memories from now. Very strange a life of 55 years seemed to have got value only at 2 on a reticent gloomy night, an hour after it had ended.