It Caught Many

Internet Technology played and continues to play with us, our lives.

Not so long ago when the word “internet” was heard, “Internet Parlors” sprung open in each and every road charging 30 bucks for every hour. Especially where they had college crowd; all the enthusiastic guys learnt how to create email IDs, wrote funny passwords and then managed to forget it without fail. With their next visit to the café, they created one more Id with the year “2001”/”2002” next to their name as the web service told them that the username was already taken by someone. That someone was none other than the guy who was trying to create one.

A year from then world had taken the first step of social networking. Conversations started with “ASL”, chatting, making online friends were the most happening scenes of those days.

All the gals had a tube structure of “Shilpa Shetty” & men were “TDH”; imagination was all that was required then. Suddenly, webcams blinked their red lights. If a gal/guy refused to come online with a webcam on, the “oh I missed you” type of talks never happened again between the couple.

Privacy was one thing that existed till then but one day suddenly a guy (apparently he lost his girlfriend and wanted to search her) created “ORKUT”. It gave everyone the access to everyone’s lives. Who chatted with whom, about what, everything a “scrapbook” revealed. The term “scrapbook” soon transformed into “crapbook”, but thankfully settings were introduced that would make the “Ex” not spy the present life.

There was no looking back since then; social networking has conquered all; common man, celebs, government officials, business tycoons, politicians and who not.

Many lives were made & much more broken; getting caught in the greatly woven “Web”, being the cause.

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2 Long Years

Since it happened!

It is still fresh

Thank god for that :)

Some memories should never be erased.

Ways of Living

There are 3 types of people in the world

a) Who earn, save and live a "Normal Life"
b) Who earn, spend and live a "Queen Size Life"
c) Who cheat, borrow, make money & spend to live a "King Size Life"

I have seen em all!!!

Where do you belong btw?

It Happens Only In India: Time matters

It was a hot sunny afternoon; myself and hubby relaxing at mom’s. Dad seemed to have had some free time to spare and started chit chatting with hubby about his work and blunders that happen there.

One of the incidents I script here. A car smashed a two wheeler at around 9:30am some day. The rider of the 2 wheeler is said to have died on the spot. The culprit escaped from the scene. The first thing is did was to rush to the insurance company and get the insurance done by 11:30am. The police managed to trace the car guy and booked a case against him.

When asked if he had insurance, he displayed the one he had made recently. The constables wrote that he had insurance. Now when the file came to dad for further signature, dad thankfully is said to have observed the timings of the insurance made by the Xerox attached.

The complete report was made again and the submitted to the court. People even at the time where panicking is mandatory are off to get things done illegally. Hats off to the new evolved human being; or should I say “Indian”

It happens only in India, I tell you.

I am going International

Some German TV guys were here at office. They chose to shoot the office, people who work here, how stressed IT crew is and finally how in India we practice Yoga to de-stress.

Sujata had picked a couple of people who would participate act for the shoot. I was in. Acting comes naturally to me; so it was job handled easily. We had to act as if we were working hard; some shooting was done while we stuffed food & finally 20 minutes of Yoga.

The yoga was amazing; the weather gave company. The cool Mysore breeze, the fresh green grass added to the relaxing effect. Being barefoot on the grass itself is so pleasing, combined to it was the chanting of “Omkaras”, some breathing techniques.

So this will be telecasted in June. I shall upload the crisp edited video soon in the blog.

Till then, chant the “Shanthi” mantra for the wellness of the universe.

Ma???

It's EOD and a Friday.

See, I did not end the last sentence with a "!!!" but with a "Full Stop".

That implies 2 things: a) My weekend has too many tasks to be completed and b) I am not visiting mom's.

Not that I am not allowed to visit but I don't want to. It asks for travel from one end of Mysore to the other. Next, mom pampers both of us with too many dishes at home that will add on to the already accumulated baby human fat. Further more, needs packing of his "formal" clothes along with the socks and the shoes for the monday mornings. We also get very lazy there, involves getting up when the clock strikes 9. That gives no time for our regular systamatic jogs/walks.

Bloody time changes the priorities of everyone. I still remember how dad shortlisted all my alliances; he wanted me to be married to someone who is settled here in Mysore. Daughter is always homesick, needs her mother next to her, never been out of home, he had valid reasons. I agreed; there was no way I could leave parents for more than 4 days at stretch. It so happened once that I made my mom travel 500km all the way just because I was missing her.

It was also the same when I was the colorful, just-married bride. But then after 11 months now, I have found a new home, which is now "My Home".

But what worries me now is about "Mom". Dad being ever busy is present at home only 10hrs a day and Sis being the padaaku talks less, is surrounded by books & mostly closed doors in her room. That leaves ma, she spends most of the time chatting with the "servants" and follows all the tele-seriels, IPL matches, silly news and what not.

I guess I should make her do something productive! Guys have any ideas?? Do pitch in :)

Exams and Extras

“Excuse me maam, extra sheet please”

This was the most uttered line at the exam hall those days. If you were the first to take the sheet, you would be welcomed by many “Ahhhh” s and “Ohhhh”s from the rest. It would make the rest write faster.

You would be considered to have done the exam well. Just because you finished the 4 sheet fast and asked for a 2 sheet paper. Then write the extra sheet number on the list maintained by the teacher, sign it and then take the paper. Sometimes the teacher would be far away, so the clever heads would take the sheet in advance almost when the last sheet was half complete. So that time isn’t wasted. Also if you did not take the paper, common notion that you would flunk because you wrote less.

I still remember taking a compass when I was in 4th std. Nope school dint teach geometry at such early stage. But I would require the compass needle to barge through the many layers of pages. To make a hole and then insert a tag; then tie all the pages together that they don’t fall off. I made use of the extra sheets to the maximum; after every answer I would leave 2 lines blank. Space always gives a sense on organized effort, I believed. If you crumble everything together that would look untidy. Most of the not-so-environment-friendly teachers agreed.

Now of course, sheets are replaced by booklets.

Or more often you don’t even need them. All the papers are now “Objective Type” and just require an OMR sheet. Some have gone the online way.

That’s about it; I guess the next gen wouldn’t even know that all the fuss was actually fun amidst tense atmosphere. It would relieve you off the stress for at least 2 minutes. Isn’t it?

Someone calls me Kithapathi Kavya

I have always believed that planned pranks can get really cheeky. Well it has always worked that way for me till date. It can be that instance where I made Sanketh believe that his mom added salt to curry by crying and letting her tears dissolve when he was 5, or when both of us decided to throw some kid into the well, not to forget when a couple of us in college stole the guts out of TT’s relationship.

It was 5th semester when all of us were bonded quite well, knew who dated who, how much information the family knew and how they felt etc. Formerly lovie dovie & now married couple, TT and G, those days were recently in relationship. The phase where you can’t stop messaging each other, being together, waiting for college to start, those 5 minute dates, miracle glances, holding hands, getting dressed up well, bunking classes to make time and stuff like that. Yeah, this stage asks for something really special, “Writing love letter to the beloved” using bright colors, adding mushy quotes and handing it over in a unique way. I have no idea if it was ever done by G or TT, but someone close wrote something nice for the couple, yes in a letter, which the wise G told TT to tear off once the reading was done.

But TT being TT wanted to store it (she taught us how important it is to keep track of all the hotels we visit with a date on the paper napkins of the inn for the nostalgia moments). So she stored it at a place where no hands would reach and luckily for aunty i.e. her mom the hands got hold of it. Aunt held further discussions with the couple, and warned them off. So the emotional tension was all heated up & 2 days from then April 1st arrived.

I decided to make the mahol a little nice and cool; updated dummi and M about the plan. Together we three plotted against the couple. All we did was to change the name of {G} in my phone to {some known guy}’s name. Then type a message like “Want to meet you urgently to tell you what happened at home. Please meet at cycle stand at 11am”. Those days only I had cell phone and rest of the gang used it (can you believe it; we used to finish off all the 100 free messages within the first class?)

The neatly typed message was sent off to G first. He then went on to reply with “OK” and we deleted the message. Then the message was sent to {some known person}’s cell phone which he honestly messaged back to my number. So TT who sat close to the lecturers was shown the message; she read the message, got tensed, didn’t even bother to see the sender’s number but saw that the sender’s name was G which we had changed earlier. She wrote on the chit us that she will bunk the next class and we all controlled our laughter to reply “yes, don’t worry, all will be fine”.

The next class was of the madam who breathed less and shouted less. The attendance % of TT for that subject was on an all time low but heck she cared about all that, her attention was shifted to meeting G, knowing the issue and solving that. The class ended, she headed to the cycle stand and few minutes the lecturer arrived. The class started and 15 minutes from the start, TT came running huffing and puffing, excused herself but she wasn’t let in by the madam!

We three laughed our hearts out at this junction and we knew that post-class would be very fatal. Rest is history, but the couple was fooled!!!

Only regret is that we couldn’t actually witness the fooling act, i.e. cycle stand scene was missed. I wonder what they spoke, TT any details? So this act successfully went in my “adventures” book. Also recently there is one more into the list, this.

Sorry for hurting the sentiments of people who have commented there and I am glad that the fake notice itself gave an immense happiness; I wonder how in real it would make me feel. Here is a toast to happiness in fooling!

Soon!!!

I we have finally surrendered to the questions and decided to give the news.

As I said here that this year I shall learn to live, someone wise said that a women has another birth after she delivers.
There you go; I let it out!!

Send those best wishes, experiences while I nervously read “What to expect when you are expecting”