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Friday, March 27, 2009

...doing peculiar stuff on the elevator!!!

Let's see if i can muster up enough courage do do either one of these crazy stuff below... Read on...

Annoying Things To Do On An Elevator

1) CRACK open your briefcase or handbag, peer Inside and ask "Got enough air in there?"
2) STAND silent and motionless in the corner facing the wall without getting off.
3) WHEN arriving at your floor, grunt and strain to yank the doors open, then act as if you're embarrassed when they open themselves.
4) GREET everyone with a warm handshake and ask him or her to call you Admiral.
5) MEOW occasionally.
6) STARE At another passenger for a while. Then announce in horror: "You're one of THEM" - and back away slowly
7) SAY -DING at each floor.
8) SAY "I wonder what all these do?" And push all the red buttons.
9) MAKE explosion noises when anyone presses a button.
10) STARE, grinning at another passenger for a while, then announce: "I have new socks on."
11) WHEN the elevator is silent, look around and ask: "Is that your beeper?"
12) TRY to make personal calls on the emergency phone.
13) DRAW a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passengers: "This is my personal space."
14) WHEN there's only one other person in the elevator, tap them on the shoulder, then pretend it wasn't you.
15) PUSH the buttons and pretend they give you a shock. Smile, and go back for more.
16) ASK if you can push the button for other people but push the wrong ones.
17) HOLD the doors open and say you're waiting for your friend. After a while, let the doors close and say "Hi Greg, How's your day been?"
18) DROP a pen and wail until someone reaches to help pick it up, then scream: "That's mine!"
19) BRING a camera and take pictures of everyone in the lift.
20) PRETEND you're a flight attendant and review emergency procedures and exits with the Passengers.
21) SWAT at flies that don't exist.
22) CALL out "Group hug" then enforce it.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

...a beautiful piece of art

Illustration from the Bhagavad-gita Manuscript... beautiful piece of art.



Wednesday, March 25, 2009

of comfort and despair...

Two loves I have, of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still:
The better angel is a man right fair,
The worser spirit a woman coloured ill.
To win me soon to hell, my female evil
Tempteth my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
And whether that my angel be turned fiend,
Suspect I may, yet not directly tell;
But being both from me both to each friend,
I guess one angel in another's hell.
Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.

- William Shakespeare

Thursday, March 19, 2009

taking a trip down memory lane

I was in Dubai last October. It is a very interesting trip. Was there for an event, but of couse we managed to get around quite a bit.It was a melting pot of different people from far away lands. It was an amazing mesh of food, colour, people and even their sand storms were so surreal.


Sweets... Dubai style!
A walkpath at the souk...


one of their amazing malls! can't remember the name though...


that's me...with a bigger than life size ancient invention in the same mall...


My sis (far left) and her looney friends! She works in Dubai...





That's me...lookin all professional!



Another mall with a beautiful dome structure..

Construction everywhere...


The Burj Dubai at dawn...


the view from our balcony at Al Fattan towers...

More to come....

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

having no control over it!

“Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you I had no control over.”

Sucky annit! That feeling of no control!

...starting lifelong dreams

“My mind tells me to give up, but my heart won't let me.”




I ran the marathon on Sunday. Finally! After wanting to for many, many years. I finally got around from making excuses for my self. It has been a lifelong dream. And it came through. I made it happen.

Of couse, my dear friend Suresh was part of it. He said " Yes, Nosh. Let's run the marathon. Look up the schedule online & we'll go for the next one." So that's what I did. And what do you know...we had a bunch of people from the office who joined us as well.



It started early Sunday morning at 7.07 a.m. The rest of 'em were late as they got lost. So I went ahead. As the horn blared, I told myself " Don't stop. Once you start running, don't stop" and I
didn't. I finished it!!! I didn't give up!


So yea, I've started this lifelong dream to run in marathons & I intend on continuing.
And you know what, every participant got a medal! That was good motivation too!!!


Tuesday, March 10, 2009

... a quiet whisper in my ear

"How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives". - Annie Dillard

As we sat on the beach, staring out to the darkened sky...watching the tide roll in; I couldn't help but wonder "Shouldn't we do this more often? This sudden urge to just pick yourself off the damn couch and drive off to the beach on a weekend. Completely unplanned!". This must be the life of the free. The life of the uninhibited person, completely oblivious to do's & don't of the "current society" today. But then again, I'm anything but a "person of the norm".

It was a sudden thing. Let's drive up to PD again this weekend, have a barbecue and camp out on the beach. That was Poovie's and Seelan's suggestion. It wasn't a question really...Sunder, Ram and I agreed, of course. Ram was already there with Seelan. Anyway, the decision that evening led to the 5 of us meeting up at about 12 a.m. (yup, it was that late!). We barbecued, sang many a merry songs, camped out on the beach, slept for a bit, climbed out to the lighthouse and ran like hell back down, stayed up chatting & laughed like hyena's throughout most of it.

It was the company. It was the location. It was the suggestion.
It was the whole notion of being away somewhere...anywhere. I enjoyed myself. Tremendously. More than I had expected.

I felt liberated that night. It was as if a little secret was whispered into my ear quietly, as the calm sea breeze blew in... That this life is mine for the taking and I am going to LIVE it.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

a broken tape recorder

"Because I could not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for me. The Carriage held but just ourselves and Immortality"- Emily Dickinson

The past week has been one for reflections- on death. I know, this probably isn't the best topic to start a blog with... Yea, its my first try at writing my two cents worth of opinion in the form of this blog, but anyhow, I've gotta start somewhere right.

Anyway, as my dad's eleventh year prayers approached last Friday, i was filled with a peculiar sense of happiness & a deep sense of loss all at the same time.

It was all mixed up. Somehow. Somewhere. It got all mixed up.

For the first time in eleven years, it felt as if he was at peace. And that thought brought tears to my eyes. At the same time, the constant ache that one feels from losing someone you love- what I wouldn't do to hear his voice for just one time...just once, to hear him say "I love you sayang"... to hear him move around the house as quietly as possible in the wee hours of dawn... to watch him walk hand in with my mum... to hear his loud, contagious laughter...to watch him running around the garden doing wheel carts at the age of 50...!

I remember him for his compassion, for his words of wisdom for the injured soul, his laughter, his warmth, his quiet disposition, his inability to say "NO" to any man, woman, child & animal in need, his " do unto others as you would have others do unto you" motto & the list would go on..and on...

As years fade away, I remember everything he's ever said to me. That's odd, isn't it. You would think that you'd forget. In actual fact is you don't. You REMEMBER. They are like broken tape- recorders; constantly playing at the back of my head. A broken- tape recorder that I'd want to hear play for the rest of my life.