Just Time Pass

What you're viewing below is a pic of my colleague; this was taken in a team trip.







Hmmm nice I know; one of my other creative colleague is getting bored. And the victim is the pic.. Look below; Sends mail to the entire team with subject "Veerappan in the making"







There is 30 min of discussions and laughter; when finally people are getting back to work mode he mails one more.







The content for the above pic is "Clean and Green in Jungle…………



After Veerapan’s death, still his Sweeper………………..is in jungle, we got pics of him. :) :) "



Now this is what happens when people are getting B.O.R.E.D.



In case I dint mention, all this happened a year back! I am posting it now! Why??? Duh, what did I just say? People Get Bored :) and so did I!

Shedding weight = Losing Brains?

1. Madam, keep your legs together, now with your right hand supporting the wall, stretch your left leg behind & up completely, then stretch them down and forward completely. Do it 11 times. Next turn; now with your left hand supporting the wall, stretch your right leg behind & up completely, then stretch them down and forward completely. Do it 11 times. Once both the sides are over repeat again.



Madam does once, turns, and does it in opposite side. Repeats.



2. Madam, keep your left leg on this stool, now bend sideways to your left and touch your left leg with your right hand; next bend your body completely sideways to your right and touch your right leg with left hand. Do it 11 times. Next turn and shift your legs; i.e. keep your right leg on this stool, now bend sideways to your right and touch your right leg with your left hand; next bend your body completely sideways to your left and touch your left leg with right hand. Do it 11 times. Once both the sides are over repeat again.



Madam does once, turns, and does it in opposite side. Repeats.



3. Madam, keep your legs together, now hold these string weights in your left hand and pull them with up while you bend sideward towards your right. When you bend back to normal position release the weights slowly, Do it 11 times. Next turn, now hold these string weights in your right hand and pull them up while you bend sideward towards your left. When you bend back to normal position release the weights slowly, Do it 11 times. Once both the sides are over repeat again.



Madam does once, turns, and does it in opposite side. Repeats.



4. Next, keep your legs closed and hold your hands on your head and bend forward completely; next come up and bend backward. Do it twice 11 times each.



Madam does once, turns, and starts in opposite side. She realizes that people in gym are giggling including the instructor.



It needed no turning  so much for burning calories. Sigh!!

Its Rainings Dogs, Uh Ha Oscars...

9 thousand, oops 9 lakhs, errr 9 whatever Indian problems = 9 Academy Oscars!
So apparently Americans got entertained viewing the movie and documentary about kids, slum, violence and everything about Indian tribulations.



Anyways, who cares; it’s OSCARS;



Jai Ho!!!

Gym Instructor

Madam, eyes close madbedi while exercising "Chakkar" hodiyuthe. [dont close your eyes while exercising, you will feel dizzy]



Madam, mouth close maadi while exercising, nose inda breathe maadi. [Inhale through nose and not through mouth]



Madam, walk madovaaga free aagi hand support ilde walk maadi. [Dont hold the side arm of the jogger while you walk]



Madam knows nothing about gymming! But follows everything that's instructed. Shedding 2kgs in 6 days explains.

Not so Rangeela re!

Green and Purple?


Maroon with gold may be?


Magenta along Mustard yellow?


White having maroon border?


Yellow and Red?


Lavender mixed with Brown?


I am having hard time finalizing my wedding saree shades… :( Help Anyone?

Go Ahead and SPY

Would you tell someone that you know about thier spying around you; to know what is happening in your life, whether you're still single and alive yada yada?



I guess you dont :)

Swinging Memories..

You.


Your Memories.


Are like SWINGS.


The more I push them away from me.


The more they rush towards me.

Time Machines? Excuse Us Please :)

How would your life be?



If you had patched up with your best friend a year ago and not let her go?


If you had not yelled at someone 2 years ago?


If you had not met an acquaintance got close and shared many stuff for he would just forget you?


If you had got someone you longed for desperately since 5 years?


If you had not made one seemingly incongruous decision a year back?


If you had not let some migrate to a far off land?


If you had not helped someone relocate to a different continent hoping you would be with same gang when you go there?


If you had been stubborn as usual and refused to listen to reason?


If you had been able to take back something you said to someone once, which made you feel terrible inside?





My answer is of course “A whole lot different...” and I am sure for many of you reading this too…



Things we do, so unconnected with anything else, have such an impact on our lives. Things we wish we could take back show their value a couple of years down the line. Something or someone you wish you could have but fail to acquire, and are heartbroken about, actually show their purpose much later when you are able to attain something much better and thank your stars then.



It's a good thing life doesn't have a rewind button like we so often wish it did. We would miss out on a hell of a lot otherwise.

My Desire - Rain :)

Sometimes I get this romantic notion that I'd like to live a life in a cool, rainy climate. I imagine there is a sense of solidarity among the inhabitants of rainy towns, small ones especially. People would come inside and shake off their umbrellas, stamp their feet, sigh lightly. Yep - It's raining again. Or still. I know. But they wouldn't say it. The tedium would long ago have been internalized. Soaked in, soaked up, used, then released - like the trees process the rain.



Or maybe the people don't even bother carrying umbrellas. Just pull on the slickers over wool sweaters. I don't know.



In this life, I'd be a writer and I'd work from home. In the morning, I'd walk the dog (because in this life I'm not bothered by the smell of wet dog) and then make myself a cup of tea before sitting down to write. I'd write near a picture window, divided light please! That overlooks my lush, rain-soaked garden. I think I would need lots of hydrangeas. White ones; May be violet ones too. I'd write and write. About what!? My imagination does not specify. Ha Ha Hydrangeas maybe?



Late in the day, my mind drunk with turning words, I'd quit and head out to seek the sobering effects of the world. It would be raining, lightly, but I wouldn't be bothered. I'd walk along a mulch path so soft and spongy and moist that my feet would barely make a sound. I'd meet friends at the coffee shop and we'd laugh and talk and watch the rain come down, a little harder now. We wouldn't comment on it. We'd take it for granted. To us it wouldn't be a gift or a nuisance, just rain.



I imagine the cool, steady rain drives people towards each other like nothing else the weather can offer. Not in a misery-loves-company way but more like an unconcious-need-for-radiating-bodyheat way. It's likely that I'm wrong about this. This is all fantasy, of course. But if I am wrong about it all, at least I'd have the rain.