2010

 

To the better half,

 

Marriage, all said was “to be responsible” even if one didn’t wanted to. They scared me with that. But with you I realized the bubbly-happy-always-pampered me had to be Independent; for the rainy days that is.

 

Thank you for finding that “part” in me this year.

 

Love,

The-still-Kiddish -wife

 

 

It is Trip Time

6am, a car & 3 Guys

 

Dude 1: Yayyyyy road trip

Dude 2: Yo Man…

Dude 3: Driving

 

9am, same car & same Guys

 

Dude 1: Zzzzzzzz….

Dude 2: Snorrrr….

Dude 3: Driving

 

Tomorrow come by & I’ll tell you what Gals do!

 

The 13th SPI Annual Day

Mysore 27/12/2010: The Silent Shores groups of hotels have decided to change their name to “Only Shores” (For the dumb innocent Shor as in Galata in Hindi) after yesterday. Such was the impact of the noise; all credits to SpiZens, who showcased some outstanding and sizzling performances before the lovely 3000 crowd who had nothing but fun.

The theme for the event was “Retro”; one could find ''Lambretta” and some cutouts parked everywhere.

Ok this “I am a reporter” is getting quite boring, I shall get back to normal ME mode. So yeah we had some kick ass fun last night, both back stage and on stage. Oh not to forget for sometime just below the stage as well, during the DJ, shockingly Pati  wanted to dance and at these times I would never want to say a “No” no matter how bad the mixing is. I would say he still remembers the aerobics steps quite well.

Coming back, yeah so I was with the mike after a long gap of 3 years; lets say there was a small challenge I had taken to ask people who commented that the 10^th annuals had a boring female compeering to “Shut Up”. It takes guts to face a corporate crowd unlike the college one and yes I can now proudly say that I have it in me.

This time I was more confident and a bit more natural. There was nothing called a script as such & I along with Sunny pulled it off quite clean. The experience was whole lot different than the last time; compeering and then go back stage change to draping a shawl to act in the skit and then go change for the next program on stage to dance extempore with a certified dancer.

While the entire world was over confident about me that they dint even wish me goodluck, Thanks to a special friend who was there all the way; from the rehearsals to the D-day, criticizing, pampering and encouraging at same levels.

Herezzz to the Kurta/Suit guy, I owe you, a beer may be??

Making of Maadha - Field Birds

Politician departs....

An Honest IAS officer arrives....

 

Abhijith: What does your politicians and rulers say?

 

IAS Officer: Look, we are making sure to setup a panel to probe into this issue.

 

Abhijith: Are you influenced by any politician?

 

IAS Officer: I am a Government servant and I am not bothered about any politician. My duty is to resolve the issue according to Indian constitutional act.

 

Bharath: mEDaM, muMde hEge? idu raitarallE naDeda jagaLa aMtIrA athavA idara hiMde rAjakIya kaivADa enAdru ideyA.

 

IAS Officer: I think you are asking this question to a wrong person.....!!!

 

IAS officer leaves......

 

 

P.S: IAS Officer is Me.

 

Top 8 shocks

I had in the movie theatre – In a random order

1. Kajol was the murderer in Gupt. Hello do you expect an inspector Daya in me? I was 12 then.
2. Salman’s emergence in Kuch Kuch Hotha Hai. Even after he made an entry I kept thinking it was gonna end soon like most of the guest appearances would.
3. Gandhi class was not named after Bapu and Bucket class did not ask for people to sit in bucket. WTH with the names then?!
4. Upendra’s Sshhhhh. That movie had nothing but shocks.
5. Aishwarya could act while watching Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam. It provoked me to watch this.
6. Someone actually could dare to make a movie named “Preethi Yeke Bhumi Melidhe?” The one whom entire Mandya was proud about.
7. Popcorn wasn’t free when I first visited PVR. The tickets were priced like 250 bucks dammit.
8. Mani Ratnam made Raavan and Kites took a good 4 years to complete. I was told that both were out of good health.

Why this you may ask. Yesterday we watched some videos of Retro at SPI. It had how Doordarshan would start off with “Saare Jahan Se Acha” circle forming DD’s symbol, Gold Spot se Chal Meri Luna to Ek Anek then Mile Sur Mera Tumhara to Chandrakantha.

They had clips of Annavru, Vishnu, Shankar Nag, Ambrish, Rajni, Chiranjivi, Madhuri & what not. To top it up they served us free popcorn, kadleaayi and coke.

All of this enjoyed at Gandhi Class. Sheer Movie Bliss I tell ya.

P.S: Did you know that “Nanna Daniyege Ninna Daniya Seridanthe Namma Daniya” was totally unheard? Whistles and Yells and Rockets and Paper tearing; all happened.

Missing

It’s beena week alwa? That I have gone missing??

I heard some of you even tried lodging a complaint with dad; well he is still in his “I know to use Internet” meaning “I Google”. Blogging concept is way too far bidi.

 

It is very difficult when you are a part of political family. A family which just not watches news and has views but that is involved in it. & girls in such families should always get married to a family with similar political views. Else you get torn Emotionally to be precise. It’s just the story of day 1 which is nomination filing. I donno what is in store until the voting and the D day.

 

I realized that I am punyavanthe; courtesy Tumkur-Shivganga-Olakallu Theertha. Apart from the men in the house I was the only person able to get hold of that water. Heck it just meant that I have big lengthy hands. & after the return have swollen legs as well, damn the heights. Btw all the pain is worth actually, met him & took his blessings. Jeevana Paavana

 

Apart from that I am living dad’s dream virtually. Thanks to YenSee sir, I am doing my first rangaprevesha as “IAS Officer” that too honest. Apart from the skit practices the MC’ing for the coming 13^th annual day is taking my time. Yeah baby I am back with the Mike, missing Tony though. On a positive note, my new co-host is a sweet one, brought Ooty yellow flowers and choclates. May be I should give more dialogues to him.

 

Ta for now!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Of Working and Choking and Joking

If it is a Saturday and I am blogging, it only means that I am working!!!

To all you guys who just smiled on “my weekend working” – Shame on U I say, work is worship, learn from the workaholics.

To all you guys who are sharing the same pain – Kaikesaradare Kai tholkoli, Dettol hand wash hakodhu maribedi

To Pati who is giving me company by working himself - I Love You Baby, you really have taken those "I will be there in your happiness pain" vachans seriously.

Aste, Have a Good Weekend All.

Current Song: Daddy Cool - Boney M

DISCO 82

Polka Dots & Bell Bottoms

Long Collars & Scarves

Big Sunglasses and Thick Eyelashes

Pompadours and Side Locks

Short Pallu and Full arm Blouses

Helen and Hema Malini

Jitendra and Mithun da

Elvis and Beatles

Jai and Veeru

Hamara Bajaj and No roof cars

Time of 
“Retro”

SPI is sporting and era when Munni and Sheela worshipped "Monica"

.

Here is a trailer.

Picture Abhi Bhi Baaki Hai Mere Dost

10 reasons why….

You are not in my friend list of FB

1. I might not know you at all. Good for me.
2. I might know you but didn’t like you at all. Good for you.
3. You tagged me in photos like “Happy Diwali” or “Eid Mubarak” or “Halloween’s” that did not involve me at all. No, I won’t disable the tag option; there are genuine people out there who use that feature just fine.
4. I am not interested to know the schedule of your dog peeing or the time of your cat meowing or why your maid back answered you or the reason why the overhead tank is empty (Do a favor for the ones in your list at least, do not post such info in there)
5. May be we had a fight or broke-up & are not in good terms. & pretend want to move-on just like those fast track watch ads.
6. I don’t want you to know where and what and how and why I have “that” in my mind.
7. Trust. It is a big word, especially when I receive emails like this. I cannot stop myself from uploading them as for some dear friends of mine who stay far away those photos are the only source to see me.  
8. There is no reason why we should get back in touch through social networking. Well if that was the case I think we wouldn’t have been lost touch anyways.
9. There may be faint chances of me or the gang in my list bitching about you. I don’t want you to get hurt and all. So both of us are still good.
10. Finally, “I just don’t want to”

Testing ABC

Blogging from cell phone. Let me see how it works.

NIE Force

All of us know that Sivamani is a great drummer. He can play stuff right from a spoon to suitcase and what now. He claims that he started drumming when he was in his mother’s womb.

Some of us know that Stephan Devassy is a great pianist. He can play from normal to electric to what not. He claims that he started the magic on the finger tips since he was ten.

But did you all know that both of them together make a deadly musical night? I witnessed them sometime in September (18 to be precise) at NIE Drums Sivamani Nite. There was some charity show for the civil workers of NIE & dad got some passes. We made sure we were present on behalf of him. They rocked the stage. & HOW???

You can find the video of the performance here

Stitch is the Limit

It is one hell of a scene to watch the doctor sew the wound. It is harder when the wound is of your loved one. Apparently Pati got 2 stitches today. The dedicated workaholic is behaving like a complete absent minded these days; forgetting roads and ending up traveling more distance, saying yes in a conversation where his answer should actually be a no and what not.

This morning he fell with a big “thud” and hit himself in his chin and that started bleeding. I guess he was in “Syncope” (courtesy: to-be-doc-sis). I saw blood everywhere, his hands, neck, chin and on the floor too. It took a while for us to find out where he was hurt. Then the cleaning of wound, checking BP, cleaning of wound, checking sugar, cleaning of wound, checking how big it is, cleaning of wound…ok you get the point.

That man still doesn’t know why and how he had a fall. If only someone could tell him to relax, coz I have failed and today was the limit.

He went to work after the cut was stapled this way.

Film: Super

It took us 25 minutes to enter the theatre from the gate. It had cream of cream mass crowds, all yelling in Sanskrit. I kept telling Pati watching in “Saraswathi” would have been a better idea instead of “Linganna Doddanna” theatre, I mean “LiDo”.

The initial “KruthagnathegaLu” slides showed our man’s brains. Then there was an aashirvani voice of Bhatru opening for the movie which runs in the flash back of 2010. You see, ultimately Mangalore brains should meet over a plate of “machchli”. He has also penned down the lyrics along with the director.

The movie forwards to 2030, some scenes I really enjoyed watching were the phirangs sweeping and behaving like Indians, Mysuru International Airport being all flashy, CM as common man and not chief minister; cheap thrills, but then what the heck. There is a flashback 1 shifting to 2010 with our clothes clad heroine’s entry followed by actor/director’s “Come On Director” song entry. After sometime there is again a flashback 2, with how the hero heroine met; then sang a song and then married but no first night. Why you may ask? Flashback 3 will answer your question. Between these are links to flashbacks, usual I-will-hit-everyone-and-scold-them-but-no one-cares technique, Saadhu & Telugu comedian being the chaddi brothers, software-hardware-underwear jokes, horrible looking CM/judge/inspector who are not for sale, pouting Tulip Joshi, dancing & acting Imraan, imaginary Ravi Belegere look-alike, I Love India & I Love Indira and the very own Dhira Rockline.

Watch it for usual U gimmicks, thatha alias meshtru, graphical India @ 2030 which can only be graphical, knowing the uses of Indian mannu and the of course our director-turned-actor-turned-singer-turned-director Uppi. The man is back, although with lesser BANG.

Jai….. Bye….

Proud Moments

Where you may ask?

We were dining at this restaurant which is in

Gandhi Square

, waiting for the food we ordered to arrive.

There is a conversation happening on the phone by a fat-white-shirt-black-face real estate guy. No, we did not over hear him. He was shouting and yelling and laughing like a chimpanzee.

“Take 15 photos of the vehicle in all angles”

We assumed he has bought a new car or something.

“Make sure you photo the places where there are major dents in close-up”

Ah so this is some accident mamla.

“There won’t be any problem with regards to your insurance claiming”

The vehicle was not his, of course why would he be laughing otherwise.

“What?? In Mysore? No no no, your vehicle is from Mandya no?

Long pause in our thinking although Pati must be thinking why the Chicken 64 hadn’t arrived yet

“Do how I say. The ACP here, Gowda is very strict. He will have 100 rules and regulations”

You see now, both of our faces had signs of popping eyes and did you hear that.

“Money na? He will make even more tantrums if we offer any. Let us do stuff there only”

Both of us were proud.

Pati, because of dad and me because my Chilly Chicken had arrived before his Chicken 64.

Who am I kidding?

I am a proud daughter

Pen Cap

It is very rare women live for themselves. It is usually for the husband and the in-laws next the children & at the last few days of their lives for the grand children. You can ask them any question and their answers too end with these names - the husband, the in-laws, the children & the grand children. Why leaving job? Husband wants to, Why kids so soon? In-laws want me to. So on…

Certain times I was doubtful whether this era of sacrifices would ever end. I think I have found the answer. Every girl one or the other day has to go through stuff that she doesn’t want to just because of the entities namely “the parents”.

Of course they have the goodwill of “I want my daughter to be happy” but somehow they never realize what happiness actually means to their daughter.

Prisha closed her netbook with a big sigh. She was entangled in life, at least that’s what she thought. She wished she started writing again, make some time for the passion which no longer was ignited. The mundane chores had engulfed her in a way that wasn’t easy to break free at all.

“It’s never too late” she decided.

& just when she started searching for her favorite pen she heard Vikram.

“Prishu where is my tie??”

She ran down.

Well at least she had made a beginning, opening the “Pen Cap”.  

Film:Bisile

My right eye revolted yesterday and got swollen. May be I winked at too many people? Anyways that gave a reason to take off yesterday. Pati too wasn’t well, running nose and all, too decided to stay back. Once the calls were made to respective offices, we started feeling better.

& the theatres got us calling. We headed for Bisile as that was the only decent flick in the hall past 2 weeks. Diganth has done well for himself, even outside Bhatru’s camp; plays an arrogant towards studies and falling in love with heroine and getting lost and helping her get back to city and in between delivering some great one liners. Few scenes are outdated like the “Palat” heroine probably because the film was canned for quite sometime now.

Someone should really teach Jennifer Kotwal how to walk, let aside acting. She still jumps the way she did “chikubuku Railu” flashing her hair and putting it aside; oh also she looks very old alongside doodhpeda. Sandeep Gowda, the debutant director has done quite decent work with the dumb script he had. He has used the light very well and you also get to see the lovely greenery of the “Bisile Ghat”. The songs are neither fresh nor catchy except for the patho version of “Kaanadhe Ninnannu Chandira”. Screenplay is the highlight, if not for it, the movie would have returned back to the cans after 1 week.

Go for it if you are too much drenched of the “Male” (rains I mean) and because there are no other choices till Dec 3^rd. The man is back to add some “Salt” to the only-masala-sandalwood. Go Uppi Go

Nitrous Oxide Leak Again

At Dharmastala in a small restaurant having dinner

Dad: Can I get a finger bowl please

Waiter: Huh?

Dad: Finger bowl??

Waiter (pointing towards a corner): there is a sink, wash your hands there.

Dad (puzzled look) with mom giggling away

Inspecting whether the new Sardar Vallabhai Patel layout is good for investment

Pati (from car): Excuse me, where is the 3^rd stage here?

Some guy (on Hamara Bajaj): Are you going to Basavaraj’s house?

Pati: Errr, yes.

Some guy: Great, even I am going there for the function. It is just down the lane. You see those ladies walking, please take them along and drop them there?

Pati (stunned look) with me horribly laughing

Restaurant: Coastal Garden

23/11/2010 21:30 hrs Gadkari gave a 1 liner.


“So finally BJP high command failed” I sighed.

“You have no brains. Yeddy will resign” Pati made a statement. & the line echoed hard; again and again.

“Nonsense, I know politics since I was born. He won’t”, have no brains talk was still was taunting me.

“I was born in a political family my dear. I know stuff well than you”

“OK then lets have a challenge. He resigns I’ll take the entire family to Silent Shores. He doesn’t then you take us to Coastal Garden. I am that confident, are you?”

“Deal baby”

I guess you all know who won!!!

“Coastal Garden” is quite easy to locate. From the KRS road if you reach the Royal Inn signal, move towards the railway track about 200mts & to the left is “Coastal Garden”

It was quite crowded for a weekday. There is an option to sit at the lawn, but winter – mist – 1 year old niece made us opt the indoors. The ambience is not that breath taking but decent enough for a crowd puller. Like the name says we wanted to have some authentic Karavali food.

We started off with “Tomato Soup” as the service suggested that rest of the soups would require lot of time to be served. It was thick and tangy, rightly made for a chill evening. Next came the “Tandoori Chicken”, it had 8 big offerings. I could taste the roasted chicken along with the yogurt and spices, all cooked up neat.

The “Anjal Rava Fry” had a thick layer of rava on it; it kind of masked taste of the Anjal fish. None of us were happy with the way it was fried as well. We even got chunks of salt on the marine.

The best part was the “Neer Dosa + Chicken Curry”. It had 5 small soft dosas. As the curry was in plenty we decided to get two more plates to just neer dosa. Pavithra kept telling me that the Kori rotti is very good and ordered to try a hand. Well, it was excellent in my opinion. Like the ones they prepare in that region of Karnataka.

The Chicken Biryani and the Egg Fried Rice were very good for the price they offered. The total came up to 1500 for 7 of us. The service is very fast and they expect you to eat fast. It is certainly not the place for having fish. That way it disappointed us. & it’s certainly not the place to go relax; go for it if you want great food and that to be served in a jiffy.

Highlights: Tandoori Chicken, Neer Dosa and Kori-Rotti

Coastal Garden
K R S Road,
Opposite Falcon Tyre
Mysore, 09845685382

Yellelu Naane Yellelu Naane Yellelu Naane Yellelu Naane aha...

Whenever there is an event and that requires a head count, my family counts me twice. Err not because of my weight people.

Because the counting happens at both the homes; dint get the point?

Say suppose there is a function that requires both the families traveling and in turn requires transport. To decide which vehicle would be best to travel together, they would do a head count at their respective places. Dad would count as “We 4 being himself, mother, Kaavya and Vatti”. FIL would count as “We 4 being himself, MIL, Pati and Kaavya”.

& as you can see I am counted at both the places, so that’s “twice”. So the vehicle would have an empty seat. May be pre-gym that seat would have been of some use, now that I am close to sleek normal built, the goes as a total waste. There also have been instances when the food was wasted due to the similar error in the counting. Yene agli I am enjoying the attention. Yellelu Naane Yellelu Naane Yellelu Naane Yellelu Naane aha... Yellelu Naane Yellelu Naane Yellelu Naane Yellelu Naane aha... { Nov maasa and now one thinks of Anna's Kavirathna Kalidasa?} In Annavru style Yeladru Unta haaa???

On that note this can be written into a drama like Gampara Gumpu. May be I can call it Preethiya Kampu.

What say, I mean nimma abhipraya???

It would be really difficult if you are in love with an actor...

For you will not know whether it’s real

When he looks deep into your eyes

Holds you tight

After a mighty fight

& says darling you are always right  

Boomerang

Vishesh Tippani: SPIVibes is our monthly newsletter at work. Every January we have something called the annual issue, which is basically a bigger version with more pages to fill.

Me: Hey, you have to get some inputs from {GDM} regards to projects that are in pipeline or hot news in {Client Name} account. I wont get any if I ask him.

Editor: Yep, I will mail him and get you the inputs so that you get some “What’s New” news. Just review it and re-phrase.

She sends a mail and after a while

PM: I need a favor from you

Me: Yes, please

PM: The Principle manager got a mail from Editor about the pipeline projects. He asked me to take it up, I thought you are the right person. Please write something and send it to the Editor.

Me: Huh???

Film: Guzaarish

3 idiots, My name is Khan, Karthik Calling Karthik, Paa and now Guzaarish, have you observed the trend? I mean bollywood has this special attraction towards subjects that deal with health complications especially the unusual unheard ones. May be it's the viewers, the typical Indian "awwwww" he is about to die reactions that make these directors chose such related storyline.

Anyways coming to what this post is all about, 'Guzaarish' has shades of Christopher Nolan`s Hollywood Movie 'The Prestige', but it also has the Cinematography by Sudeep Chaterjee that has created the magic, I could say fabulous and flawless. It is a visual feast, colors of the movie that will surely leave you dumb stuck.

Either the house where most of the movie is shot or the drive shot amidst Goan "green-blue" tinge frames. The way each and every scene is shoot is simply amazing. You can without any hesitation believe that the hero was indeed the best magician of those times. He plays the role with so much perfection, the way he moves, the way he handles the flicker, makes you feel that you are part of the miracle. One of the best cliches that this movie breaks is that the romance between the couple is not about trees and duets and sex. It is about the eyes, the touch and yes, it is all about the much debated moans.

Go for it if you are not a fan of Indian commercial cinema, for a beautiful painting of a dream and love, for Hrithik's Jazz ball dance, for Aish's Udi song and for those hidden colors that'll leave you color bound and wanting to re-paint your home.

Khabar mein tho…

• MIL still doesn’t let me to go my mom’s place on a Friday. But otherwise I mean when it comes to doing work and taking responsibilities she feels the marriage is quite old now and I have to take them up, yeh fark kaisa?

• Pati got excellence award at work, took me off to treat me at Red Chilly. Well about the food there, I think it’ll require an independent post.

• After almost a year and half, the IT department sent me back my money after the claim. Some bucks to the account, thankfully.

• Sweet 1 year niece waits for me to return home, tries to hug me and due to the difference in our height succeeds in hugging my legs. She doesn’t leave me until I pick her up and cuddle her. We have a little moment everyday now.

• Annual day at work has a “Retro” theme this year. I guess too much of theme is ruining the atmosphere. Let’s see how old it can get.

•  There seem to be some positive vibes about “Guzaarish” and we are off for it kal. Review on Monday may be?

• What is it with people changing geographies? Pamela comes to India showing off herself in a “Saree” (satyanash to our culture) with her silicon and Mallika reaches the US wearing the P3 gowns (fashion designers are dieing 100 deaths) with her own silicon. To top it all Rakhi is giving insaaf??? Wish world comes to an end today instead of 2012.

• Yeddy asks family to give all the allotted sites back to BDA. Wow that’s a nice way, from now on people should do the same. Commit a crime, if no one gets to know, chill and when someone raises finger, just revert back the crime. How cool is that?? That way Judiciary can be kicked out of our constitution.

• Looks like Mayor Uncle has taken some prime space in SOM. His pic of either visiting or inspecting or yelling or cutting ribbon will be printed bang on in the evening daily. Khair, his term almost comes to an end so that should stop soon.

• Huduga Hudugi seems to have not attracted any gender audience. Last heard the transsexuals too boycotted the movie and it is out of the theatre within a week.  

• I am doing a lot of research on my culinary skills. Last Wednesday I made Vegetable Steamed Momo for the entire family and they loved it or may be told a lie that they loved it. I donno. Tomorrow I plan to bake a cake.

That’s it people, have a great weekend, btw do watch Maja with Sruja instead of Koffee with Karan. Nam Hudga na prothsahisi....

Taavare Thalanna

Apparently after watching news channels yesterday which went on giving breaking news every 5 minutes about “one more de-notification”, it is been proved that Yeddy is deadlier than the Reddy.

Both together have found a new avishkar in floriculture field; have brought the Kamala out of Kesaru meanwhile they have dirtied their shubra batte. They have pioneered a way to grow “Lotus” in de-notified and mining lands. Kanthri Kamala Kannadigara Kiwi ge, mudkoli.

Last heard, Yeddy was “draping seere” to “Tene Hotha Mahile” and “giving chippu” to “Kai”, while the janta were singing “Lakshmi baramma Bhagyalakshmi baramma, uLisalu Karnatakava Sridevi ye”

Jai Bhuvaneshwari

November is not about

* Hoisting Kannada Baavuta at office

* Watching kevala Kannada movies

* Being Hemme about namma Kuvempu, Bendre et el

Yaake Andre “Kannada is not just about November” alwa?

It is about every day and every month and every year.

So inmele the two most popular words “Thanks” and “Sorry” will be used in Kannada.

Yendendigu, I promise!!!

Kshame Irali, Dhanyavadhagalondige

~ Naanu

Film: Golmaal 3

If you are recently back from Goa then this film is not for you. It is also not for people who cannot laugh at dumb jokes. If you are good at pointing fingers, then please refrain from watching. In case you know someone who stammers in real life, then really don’t make an effort to view the trilogy of “Golmaal”.

Our dear Rohit had 6 actors + Johnny who can do comedy, but he chose to make this story. He could have taken some skits out of comedy circus only, they were so damn better. This is one of those person1-hits-person2-he-misses-and-gets-hit-himself and you are expected to laugh kinda comedy. Some scenes like the finger hiding action by the Warsi gang is so repeated that it gives you a bad headache, Oh & also Kareena just talks and talks and fights and fights.

There are few punch lines like “Safe (Saif)-Side”, “9-9-9-9-0-0-0-0-8-8”, “Prem Chopra” and “Mithun Da’s” dance which somehow steal a smile. Apart from that well, I see nothing out of Golmaal – 3. Stay at home and watch Dhamaal instead, that should be better.

P.S: Happy Children's Day

10 reasons why....

You should go for your morning walk/jog ALONE

1. It gives you lot of space, to observe the beauty around. Duh, I mean the nature not the opposite sex. Actually you can eye on them as well. Whose father what goes?
2. You don’t have to wait for someone or hurry up or skip the routine just because there is no company. You are your master. Just making sure you are up would solve the problem.
3. Company involves talks, & talks include gossip that means problems; negative stuff is not the way you should begin your day with.
4. When there is no talk, your walking speed will not vary. The paunch will start feeling the heat.
5. You can plan your day ahead, prioritize tasks and have a mental picture of how you want your day to be. There you go no need of any secretaries or high end schedulers.
6. This would be “the” way to enhance your creativity. If you are a writer, you could think of a blog post, if you are good at painting you could work out the colors for your latest piece. Now you know how I have content to write everyday.
7. You can compete with so many people unlike one or two in your company. Pace up, jog or run, do whatever to over take the lady in front & there by shed calories.
8. You could plug on the ipod and revive all the memories with the songs or simply head bang your walk away. Appreciate music; Subbu lakshmi will be proud of you.
9. You have all the independence to try new roads, places less walked on; address knowledge will improve.
10. Finally, because I am telling.

So, do it!!!

Maduveya Vayasu

He is getting married

and so is he

Why god, why?

Edited to add: God just sent me aashirvani reminding I am already married.

So what??? What rubbish I say.

Achievements!

SPI was awarded the "Leading Exporter from the Mysore Region" trophy by STPI and the Government of Karnataka for the year 2009-2010.

Here is Sid receiving the trophy

& here is the trophy

Below is "yours truly" receiving the "Best Kiosk Award". Details here

 Have a look at the trophy.

Hmmm so there you go.... Its celebrations time... Bring on the beer Hic Hic...

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Some conversations are like tunnels, long and narrow, that end after lot of darkness. It is up to you on how patient you are till you reach the closing stages of it. Coz that’s where the light is!!

Fly n Drive CM

While everyone in the globe are trying to preserve exhaustible resources – somewhere far away in Karnataka….

The CM wants to give away “good-quality” Sarees to the ladies in Sugar-town (whose factory is closed long ago) Mandya. Why you may ask? Zilla panchayath elections are on the move, so you deal the home minister of the house, half the work is done. Yeah I was saying he flies from Bengaluru to Mysuru which has its own new airport and his car travels all the way from Bengaluru to Mysuru climbing the very small not marked humps at every village (22 to be precise). Then he boards his car outside the airport and reaches Mandya. Again lands back in Mysuru, says tata-bye-bye at the airport to the car that reaches Bangalore.

What an effective utilization I say!

Happily Hello

This is in memory of my cell phone N79

It was the best phone I had; Too good for the Music and the Email use, but then it was almost old as my marriage. I cannot do anything about the wedding so thought at least I’ll give a cell phone a change. More positives to it, it went for a good take back price as well.

What better date could it be than 10/10/10. It took both me and Pati just 30 min to get the new one. Nokia E-72 white J

I resisted doing the review till date, hoping I would get some flaws to write on. 20 days & still found none. This one’s giving a tough fight for the previous one on the “My favorite cell phone” genre.

The dear shop keeper offered this one for 17100; came along with a Nokia BH-216 Bluetooth, a white pouch, a jewel accessory, has 8GB memory card with a good flash, 5MP non-carl-zeiss camera and most importantly what E 71 doesn’t have an optical scroll. Bored with Black, I wanted to try the new color (probably Bapu too influenced me). The Black one though will not have a Bluetooth and hence priced 1k less than the white.

It took a while adjusting to the QWERTY keyboard but now both the hands are in sync. The best feature is the optical scroll; it gives a blackberry feel but at the same time the look & feel is not very boring-corporate. Too many shortcuts are making life easier and after this world is so in my fingertips. More importantly downloads happen at greater pace, & the Bluetooth has been rightly configured. Now the phone lies in the pocket while I jog in wee hours with music turned on.

Pati is happy that I am up and running without showing any tantrums, hence world is a happier place to live in!!!

Riding It

I can never believe the “what ever happens, it happens for good. God thought that’s the best for you” quote. In case he really knew, then why did he let you dream about something at first place. Then snatched the stuff and worst of all doesn’t even erase off all the reminiscences.    

& those stupid memories follow you call your name loud and when you look around they’ll be gone. Like the Bisilu Kudure; yes sometimes people who taught you what it was become one. “Bisilu Kudure” !!!

The Right Partner? Who?

There is so much happening at work place that it’s hard not to mention about it and even harder to quote the details.

I’ll keep it short; we shall be new from 26^th. & as a part of that big event there is a lot of noise happening around. We finished a collage competition centered on retail early morning. Of course I participated, looks like there were better entries than what I made. So no high hopes on the concept. If it wins it should only because Jeff thought “Jennifer Kotwal” as Tom Cruise’s ex. I wonder if he even got the concept of “Bollywood”, anyways participation is important J

There is a bigger event coming up tomorrow, that’s setting up a retail kiosk of our respective client. Our client does business on auto parts so we are kind of having a race track around the bay and a virtual tour of the store inside our principle manager’s room.

Hopefully we’ll emerge winners on this one, wish me luck please & I’ll put up the photos later.

The Melting Stones

Someday back just outside Corner House we were stopped by a woman holding a baby. I don’t know if it was her baby, but she claimed money in its name.

“My baby hasn’t eaten since many days” she begged.

I ignored the lady and was in the car soon. I guess Pati gave away few bucks behind me. Such a stone hearted lady, he mumbled while driving. & people who have agreed with him, yes I am store hearted chick to all the people in the world who have the ability to work but chose the easier way of begging/stealing in the name of sympathy.

If you are helping such people, that’s not showing kindness at all. It would in turn be encouragement for them to stay idle and also motivate the rest to start the same. My heart goes out for the limping man who is part of dusters group at my work place. He walks a lot even though he is handicapped, just because he believes that he can do it for himself and for his family. By the way such people don’t even expect empathy from you. Just holding door and a smile would do wonders.

If you are nodding your head now, I am pleased. If not thank you for reading by have a great weekend.

My Realization #2

If someone were to write a biography on me, it would be one tragic book!!

Dasara Aahara Mela 2010

How do you savor the lip-smacking delicacies from across Karnataka & India without actually traveling? Simple, all you have to do is get into the Dasara Ahara Mela at the CADA Office premises. It is one gastronomic ride for all the foodies & offers some healthy snacks to the fitness freaks as well.

We started off tasting the Paddu served with mint chutney & aaloo gravy. The Paddu’s were very hot but the stuff that came along weren’t. The aroma of the Davangere Benne Dosa was too much to resist. We skipped some stalls in between and reached to order some. They were priced 15 bucks for a dosa along with plain chutney and aaloo palya & the taste was heavenly.

While relishing the dosa we saw a bunch of females kneading the dough, making and burning the Bijapur jowar rotti. The hengai was boiling hot in the large vessel. Next thing it was in our hands, one rotti, some hengai, a red chutney pudi all for a cost of 20 bucks. Al though the rotti was soft, the hengai failed to cater our spicy buds and was less on gravy as well.

Bangarpet Panipuri had its talk in most of our local papers, curious about the taste we decided to take it on. A plate of it included a small bowl of paani, 5 puris costing 10. Crispy and not so spicy, much disappointed Pati said that the ones near the Kuvempu trust taste better. It was time we had something spicy and our attention went on to Kerala stall. The lady was selling puttu for 20 bucks and there was hardly any content in the plate. She was always giving away nool puttu (3 in numbers) for 20 but the nool was just 5 starnds of rice vermicelli. We decided to give it a skip and landed in the AP stall.

The menu had Dum Biryani, Kababs and Omlettes. We took a chicken biryani that consisted of 2 chicken pieces teamed with some raitha priced 40 rupees. It was a disaster again; the taste was not so apt for a Hyderabadi cuisine. The stall next to it was having all kinds of Kababs and we opted for a chicken item that consisted of 5 kababs some boneless & some with bones charged 20. 

“Machli jal ki rani hai” and we thought we should have her next. Fish fry at the Manglorean stall gave us a plate having 5 pieces of very spicy fishes. They were so hot that we had to opt for the home made apple vine at the Coorg cuisine stall. It tasted real good hence we decided to give the grape a try as well, & it was even more divine. All for 40 bucks!!

The pink cotton candy sticks were irresistible and I persuaded Pati to get me one. They charged us 15 for a chota stick. Somehow the sweet at the end of all the eateries was not sufficient, with two minds we barged into the “Benne Gulkand” outlet. A plate had watery gulkand, topped with very few dry fruits & 8 slices of banana upon that was a small dollop of butter. Too much for a sweet!!!

& I was on a two day detox after that evening, Sigh…..