How many times,how many people have made this mistake! I am yet to find a person who has got the spelling of this word right.Right from software engineers to those people who claim to have awesome English and actually do,everyone seems
to get the spelling of this word wrong,even people who can spell mississippi right,spell this word wrongly.This has prompted me to come up with a blog to enlighten people.
Well without further ado,let me explain the difference between looser and loser.The right spelling is L-O-S-E-R ,only one O.
Loser is synonym for an unsuccessful person,a failure.If the screws in your head are loose then you will spell it looser.Only losers pronounce it loosers.
If you are reading this and learnt the spelling today from this blog,my mission is accomplished.If you are reading this and already knew the right spelling then 'wow,you are indeed a unique
person,just like me here'
So watch out for this word,next time you want to call someone a failure the word is "looser".Oops....
Monday, November 10, 2008
Letter to my future hubby
Here is what I want to tell you : (whoever you are)
I do not want a diamond necklace or a diamond ring,nor do I want a pattu podavai or an expensive dress for that matter,Also I dont want gold jewellery,gold bangles or a vaira mukuti.
All I want is my freedom which for me is above all this.
I do not want a diamond necklace or a diamond ring,nor do I want a pattu podavai or an expensive dress for that matter,Also I dont want gold jewellery,gold bangles or a vaira mukuti.
All I want is my freedom which for me is above all this.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Still single because......
1. The nice men are ugly.
2. The handsome men are not nice.
3. The handsome and nice men are gay.
4. The handsome, nice and heterosexual men are married.
5. The men who are not so handsome, but are nice men, have no money.
6. The men who are not so handsome, but are nice men with money think we are only after their money.
7. The handsome men without money are after our money.
8. The handsome men, who are not so nice and somewhat heterosexual, don't think we are beautiful enough.
9. The men who think we are beautiful, that are heterosexual, somewhat nice and have money, are cowards.
10. The men who are somewhat handsome, somewhat nice and have some money and thank God are heterosexual, are shy and NEVER MAKE THE FIRST MOVE!!!!
11. The men who never make the first move, automatically lose interest in us when we take the initiative. NOW, WHO THE HELL wants to UNDERSTAND MEN
2. The handsome men are not nice.
3. The handsome and nice men are gay.
4. The handsome, nice and heterosexual men are married.
5. The men who are not so handsome, but are nice men, have no money.
6. The men who are not so handsome, but are nice men with money think we are only after their money.
7. The handsome men without money are after our money.
8. The handsome men, who are not so nice and somewhat heterosexual, don't think we are beautiful enough.
9. The men who think we are beautiful, that are heterosexual, somewhat nice and have money, are cowards.
10. The men who are somewhat handsome, somewhat nice and have some money and thank God are heterosexual, are shy and NEVER MAKE THE FIRST MOVE!!!!
11. The men who never make the first move, automatically lose interest in us when we take the initiative. NOW, WHO THE HELL wants to UNDERSTAND MEN
Disclaimer : Before I am accused of plagiarism I want to confess that I read this somewhere and thought this should be there in my blog lists,so added some of my own and modified this.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Groom Hunting Woes
“Make sure you take a half day on friday and be home by 2 o clock” said my mother.”Ya ma,I will,dont worry” I said.I reached office on friday by 8,started my PC,mind filled with a million thoughts-How is he going to be? Hope his parents are nice…Family is important too.
Well,I opened my inbox and there were 2-3 mails asking me to do this and that.I got started,I had to leave by 12.So putting behind all my doubts and fears,I distracted myself with work.My colleague came at 10,she was surprised to see me looking pale and nervous.”Relax dear,dont worry,It happens in every girls life” she said. “Everything will be fine,God is there with you” she pointed.It took me around 2-3 min to understand what she was saying (my brain was working really slow that day,after all I was thinking a 100 things at the same time that day.Poor me) It takes me 2 hrs to get home and at any cost I must leave at 12 or else I will be late.It was 11.45,I had finished everything.Suddenly my PL comes and says,hey why dont you please check this before leaving? Damn him,I am already so tensed,I dont want more work in the last min and the work he gave me would take another half hour.I started on it with full speed.My colleague was really sympathetic,she said ” why dont you go? I will do it for you.” I nodded my head from side to side,I couldnt talk.It was 12.20 and finally everything was done.”Bye Sandhya,I am leaving.I will tell you what happened on monday” I said and got my bag." good luck " she said. I smiled at her,ran to the lift.” Don’t get nervous,you have faced so many exams,interviews and presentations in your life and you have done well so far” the voice in my head said.”But this is a totally different thing,this is about meeting the guys parents and god knows who else,It can change your entire life” another voice in my head said. I frowned,closed my eyes trying to shut the voices and relax.I was in an auto,will reach in time,I thought as I looked at the watch.
“why dont you eat something? Did you have lunch? ” mom asked.I said “no,I didnt have the time”.She started getting angry,before she could say another word,I added ” I will eat now” I had my lunch slowly wondering what the hell is going to happen to me in future.Life had been so great so far,why couldn’t I stay with my parents forever? Why is marriage such an important thing in a girls life? I put on a ‘friends’ dvd that i had,humor calms me down.”get ready,get ready” dad said.I dropped my spoon.”Must I wear a saree amma?” I asked,”Its sooo uncomfortable” I added. “Its just for an hour dear” my mother said. “Its a tradition to wear a saree”she added.”Great tradition!” I thought.
As I sat on the sofa with my silk saree and jasmine flowers,bindi and kajal,I wondered what my friends would say if they saw me like this.I could picture my best friend grinning at my plight.I couldn’t help smiling,well what the hell,why should I get nervous? I calmed myself and started helping my mom in the kitchen.
The doorbell rang,I braced myself and stood behind my mother.Two ladies,one with a baby and a man walked in,I greeted all of them and guided them to sit.My dad asked me to sit so that everyone can look at me,my senses were jammed as I was being scrutinized from top to bottom,I didnt know where to look.”So do you know how to cook?” asked one of the ladies.I was asked by my parents to answer in the affirmative for this question,I replied saying not much but I am willing to learn.”Can you make upma?” she continued.”No” I said thinking maybe upma is his favourite dish.The baby started crying and the other lady who happened to be his sister started consoling it .She asked me to hold the baby while she changed its diapers.I was shocked,I am extremely nervous around babies,she put the baby on my lap.I just sat stunned as if a bomb has been dropped on me.”Relax,its just a baby” my mom whispered.I was mum as the baby started wailing.I watched their entire family trying to pacify the baby.I am very bad at making baby noises and cuddling them,so I kept my distance wondering if they will judge me on this basis.
The topic shifted from bangalore weather to real estate to the youth of today,I sat patiently staring at the floor thinking what good this small talk going to do us.After about an hour,dad started enquiring about the guy,Phew! He was in the US,so i had to figure him out from his parents and sister. I listened with both my ears but at the end of it all I concluded that unless I met him i cant give a verdict.
His family seemed alright to me.Finally at 5,everyone left,I heaved a sigh of relief! None of us talked for 15 min,later my parents looked at me asking for my opinion.I said “depends on the guy ma”,let me talk to him and meet him.I was tired,tired of this procedure,he was the 7th guy,I had rejected 6 and my parents were getting restless.“I am ready to marry ma but can’t you people wait till I fall in love? This age old procedure sucks,not my type” I told my parents openly.
Dad said ” You can fall in love but make sure the boy is a brahmin-iyer and atleast 2 yrs elder to you.”
“Oh and make sure you fall in love with a guy who is not of kaushika gothram” added my mom.
“Whatever is going to happen to me?” I thought as I cuddled up and went to sleep in my cosy room…
Well,I opened my inbox and there were 2-3 mails asking me to do this and that.I got started,I had to leave by 12.So putting behind all my doubts and fears,I distracted myself with work.My colleague came at 10,she was surprised to see me looking pale and nervous.”Relax dear,dont worry,It happens in every girls life” she said. “Everything will be fine,God is there with you” she pointed.It took me around 2-3 min to understand what she was saying (my brain was working really slow that day,after all I was thinking a 100 things at the same time that day.Poor me) It takes me 2 hrs to get home and at any cost I must leave at 12 or else I will be late.It was 11.45,I had finished everything.Suddenly my PL comes and says,hey why dont you please check this before leaving? Damn him,I am already so tensed,I dont want more work in the last min and the work he gave me would take another half hour.I started on it with full speed.My colleague was really sympathetic,she said ” why dont you go? I will do it for you.” I nodded my head from side to side,I couldnt talk.It was 12.20 and finally everything was done.”Bye Sandhya,I am leaving.I will tell you what happened on monday” I said and got my bag." good luck " she said. I smiled at her,ran to the lift.” Don’t get nervous,you have faced so many exams,interviews and presentations in your life and you have done well so far” the voice in my head said.”But this is a totally different thing,this is about meeting the guys parents and god knows who else,It can change your entire life” another voice in my head said. I frowned,closed my eyes trying to shut the voices and relax.I was in an auto,will reach in time,I thought as I looked at the watch.
“why dont you eat something? Did you have lunch? ” mom asked.I said “no,I didnt have the time”.She started getting angry,before she could say another word,I added ” I will eat now” I had my lunch slowly wondering what the hell is going to happen to me in future.Life had been so great so far,why couldn’t I stay with my parents forever? Why is marriage such an important thing in a girls life? I put on a ‘friends’ dvd that i had,humor calms me down.”get ready,get ready” dad said.I dropped my spoon.”Must I wear a saree amma?” I asked,”Its sooo uncomfortable” I added. “Its just for an hour dear” my mother said. “Its a tradition to wear a saree”she added.”Great tradition!” I thought.
As I sat on the sofa with my silk saree and jasmine flowers,bindi and kajal,I wondered what my friends would say if they saw me like this.I could picture my best friend grinning at my plight.I couldn’t help smiling,well what the hell,why should I get nervous? I calmed myself and started helping my mom in the kitchen.
The doorbell rang,I braced myself and stood behind my mother.Two ladies,one with a baby and a man walked in,I greeted all of them and guided them to sit.My dad asked me to sit so that everyone can look at me,my senses were jammed as I was being scrutinized from top to bottom,I didnt know where to look.”So do you know how to cook?” asked one of the ladies.I was asked by my parents to answer in the affirmative for this question,I replied saying not much but I am willing to learn.”Can you make upma?” she continued.”No” I said thinking maybe upma is his favourite dish.The baby started crying and the other lady who happened to be his sister started consoling it .She asked me to hold the baby while she changed its diapers.I was shocked,I am extremely nervous around babies,she put the baby on my lap.I just sat stunned as if a bomb has been dropped on me.”Relax,its just a baby” my mom whispered.I was mum as the baby started wailing.I watched their entire family trying to pacify the baby.I am very bad at making baby noises and cuddling them,so I kept my distance wondering if they will judge me on this basis.
The topic shifted from bangalore weather to real estate to the youth of today,I sat patiently staring at the floor thinking what good this small talk going to do us.After about an hour,dad started enquiring about the guy,Phew! He was in the US,so i had to figure him out from his parents and sister. I listened with both my ears but at the end of it all I concluded that unless I met him i cant give a verdict.
His family seemed alright to me.Finally at 5,everyone left,I heaved a sigh of relief! None of us talked for 15 min,later my parents looked at me asking for my opinion.I said “depends on the guy ma”,let me talk to him and meet him.I was tired,tired of this procedure,he was the 7th guy,I had rejected 6 and my parents were getting restless.“I am ready to marry ma but can’t you people wait till I fall in love? This age old procedure sucks,not my type” I told my parents openly.
Dad said ” You can fall in love but make sure the boy is a brahmin-iyer and atleast 2 yrs elder to you.”
“Oh and make sure you fall in love with a guy who is not of kaushika gothram” added my mom.
“Whatever is going to happen to me?” I thought as I cuddled up and went to sleep in my cosy room…
First first love
In my study days,the dreaded subject was Mathematics.Everyone simply hated this subject.Carl Gauss,Pierre Laplace and Newton were cursed (and even threatened to be murdered if alive!) everytime we had a maths test.Unlike other subjects,Maths could not be learnt by repetition,one needed to understand the underlying concept.Maths was a completely different subject and one needed to use a different approach to pass a maths exam unlike the other so called friendly subjects.This was a subject where last minute crammings wouldn’t help you and getting the elusive centum was dream come true for many students.Fortunately I was very lucky when it came to maths,maybe lucky is a wrong word here,lets say I had the knack of solving any problem correctly be it a permutation,combination sum in arithmetic or solve for ‘x’ sums in algebra or finding the surface area of a trapezoid problem in geometry,there was never any problem for me with the maths paper.But on every maths exam I would be very tensed.”Passing is not a problem,I need to get my 100 upon 100″ I would say to my friends.”You just get out of my sight for the day” my best friend would retort looking at me with disgust.Everyone simply detested me on the maths exam day,the tall,huge guys of my class would fear looking at me cause just a glance at me would distract them,I can be very intimidating.So I would just hang around alone in the corridors going over theorems and their proofs.
My parents were very proud of me,I mean I didnt aspire for a JEE certificate,I was an average student in other subjects so the only thing about me that they could boast about to my relatives was my ability to get centum.So before every maths exam amma would force feed me ‘vendakkai’ (ladys finger) for it was believed in my family that vendakkai helped a person solve maths problems.I liked the vegetable so I would eat it.I remember the last maths exam of my life,I was extremely nervous,there was a lot of pressure on me not just from family but also my teachers.Also I myself put a lot of pressure by thinking it was the last opportunity for me to get 100 on 100.The previous maths exam had resulted in me getting a 99.I had found the ‘variance’ whereas the question demanded ’standard deviation’. “Don’t make silly mistakes and verify your answers” my dad would wisely advise.”Don’t worry,you have Lord Dakhshinamurthy’s blessings with you” my mom would say.The joy of solving a problem to completion without getting stuck in the middle,turning to the last page where answers were given and seeing that my answer is correct gave me a big kick.I am going to become a maths teacher I had decided,but just like how every first love fails and never works so did my first love end after my college days.
My parents were very proud of me,I mean I didnt aspire for a JEE certificate,I was an average student in other subjects so the only thing about me that they could boast about to my relatives was my ability to get centum.So before every maths exam amma would force feed me ‘vendakkai’ (ladys finger) for it was believed in my family that vendakkai helped a person solve maths problems.I liked the vegetable so I would eat it.I remember the last maths exam of my life,I was extremely nervous,there was a lot of pressure on me not just from family but also my teachers.Also I myself put a lot of pressure by thinking it was the last opportunity for me to get 100 on 100.The previous maths exam had resulted in me getting a 99.I had found the ‘variance’ whereas the question demanded ’standard deviation’. “Don’t make silly mistakes and verify your answers” my dad would wisely advise.”Don’t worry,you have Lord Dakhshinamurthy’s blessings with you” my mom would say.The joy of solving a problem to completion without getting stuck in the middle,turning to the last page where answers were given and seeing that my answer is correct gave me a big kick.I am going to become a maths teacher I had decided,but just like how every first love fails and never works so did my first love end after my college days.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Hanged till death by chocolate
As most children love anything and everything that is sweet,especially chocolates,lollipops,candies,cookies and most importantly ICE-CREAMS,so did I when I was a lot younger,I still love ice-creams,well who doesnt,even children of 60 do.I had heard of this before but I was so not prepared for this,but the moment I saw it I knew I had signed my death warrant.The people at The Corner House call it Death by Chocolate.I went to The Corner House in Marathalli for the first time when I was in my final year college with a couple of my close friends,We had bunked a boring lecture and wanted to just hang out.The moment I looked at the list of items in the menu,I was transported to one of Enid Blyton's paradise land where I was surrounded by plenty of Ice-creams of different flavours,colours,sizes....Ooooh my sweet tooth aches just at the thought.Well..coming back to Death by chocolate,It can be bought in any Corner House in Bangalore for 84 bucks.It consists of three large scoops of vanilla ice-cream enriched with thick black forest cake spread all over it.Yum...Yum...All this is immersed in generous amounts of chocolate sauce and crowned with a cherry!!!You can ask for more sauce-at your own risk.The first mouthful can blow your mind off,it is awesome,simply delicious,feels like you are riding a giant wave!!!! The second bite is compelling,the third bite is unavoidable,the fourth bite is scrumplicious and so you go on and very slowly the truth dawns onto you (like it always does),you cant eat this mess,but you have paid a lot for this,the next consecutive spoonfuls take a herculian effort to finish and pictures of baby elephants,rhinos,hippos run through your mind.You start sweating but you still dont stop eating.(Its not the money now,there is something that doesn't let you abandon it) You feel like you are turning into a chocolate,your friends and the people around you look hazy.By the time you put your spoon down you are giddy,everything smells like chocolate-feels like the worst smell ever.No human can ever finish a death by chocolate all by himself,they are designed that way.Its advisable not to get up for some time after you are done.Try taking deep breaths and slowly walk to your vehicle.Do not drive and avoid cops for you are on a high-atleast you have the look.All said and done,I think everyone should try death by chocolate atleast once in their life and see hoe they feel about it.A better option would be to share it with 2-3 people to avoid the overdose.And also there are plenty of other treats there.There is the butterscotch icecream with caramel,chocolate mousse,ice-creams with jelly-All good!!!This place is a dream come true for ice-cream lovers.Some people say the ice-creams are expensive here but I think its worth the money and you get ice-creams from the range of Rs 35 to Rs 85.So I am all geared up for my next visit...What do I order this time? Hmmm....
Farewell emails
Well…I have seen a lot of these mails and it makes me wonder whether a person who leaves an organisation actually means what he writes in his last mail.All those sugary words quoting how great it was working here and what a great support everyone was,blah blah..Do they really mean it? If they do mean it,then why do they leave?Of course some have genuine reasons,what abt the majority of them? “Keep in touch and mail me at xyz.com” Do people actually contact them?On the contrary,I have seen some nasty mails with names and rude remarks.It must have been a really bad experience for them.Its important to give a correct and a sincere feedback but it must be done in a proper,professional manner.
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