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Your Blogging Type Is Thoughtful and Considerate

You're a well liked, though underrated, blogger. You have a heart of gold, and are likely to blog for a cause. You're a peaceful blogger - no drama for you! A good listener and friend, you tend to leave thoughtful comments for others.

What's Your Blogging Personality?

I especially loved the 'well liked, though underrated blogger' part... Hee hee hee !!

I also did the How-Sagittarian-are-you? Quiz and scored a whopping 27% ..Which is funny considering that I AM a Sagittarian !!

I don't understand why people who you've had pleasant conversations with, be it in the elevator or in the cab on the way back from office, refuse to say even a 'Hi', let alone make eye contact when you meet in office the next day. It just shows such lack of character.

Is this the 'done' thing in the corporate world ? Or is it just me ? I wonder...

For my reference - in the future

All of these posts -- by Akkare ( this and this) and , by Me
, this
and desiwitch
and this

and all the comments left -- really got me thinking.
I wanted to keep them all (take printouts and save them, in case the blogs aren't around) so that when I become a mother I know what my kid(s?) would be going through. I think it's so easy to forget these things when you're on the other side.

I've been told plenty of times that I should consider myself especially lucky if I get a job I love and enjoy. In all likelihood, work is most often something you tolerate, something you do because you have to...

But its just so frustrating at times. I don't dislike my job. But the thing is I'm not a particularly passionate person. There is no ONE thing that excites me and drives me. Put me anywhere (well, pretty much) and I'll do a fairly decent job. I may not be passionate or super-intelligent but, to my credit, I am extremely hard-working and that gets me through a lot of things. I feel satisified at the end of a day well-spent , working hard, getting things completed.

Work has started to get more and more unsatisfying. I'm not sure if this is just a phase. I'm not sure if this is because of my current project which makes me want to pull my hair, bite my nails and punch someone. I'm not sure if its because I haven't been working hard enough and hence the feeling of unsatisfaction.
I'm tired of writing codes (when computers are not even my thing), sick of VBAs and Excel macros and numbers and numbers and more numbers. I just want to walk away from it all.

The 'sensible' (rather the conservative, absolutely risk-averse, timid, self-effacing) voice in my head tells me that its just a phase. I'll probably move on to another job and find myself as unhappy at some point. I should just tolerate this and not expect so much. At the same time, I keep wondering , what's the point of studying hard and working hard in school/college when at the end of the day you're stuck in a job that's not really making you happy ?

Is my job supposed to make me happy ? Or should I just tolerate it ? Do most people just tolerate their jobs?

And I just realised that its a Friday and I'm whining.. I've certainly hit rock bottom.

Biology Class

Tenth standard Biology class, post-lunch. No one was in the mood to study and BioThoma was definitely not in the mood to teach. It was noisy and everyone was talking away, with BioThoma occasionally trying to bring some order into class. Suddenly, she calls me to her desk (I think it was because I was talking to a boy sitting next to me) and says to me ,

" If you don't study hard enough, your parents will marry you off... "

Smack across my Face...

I missed the flight home ....

And I had more than my fair share of Vitamin N and lots and lots of beer to drown my sorrows.

Lesson learned - Get your priorities straight. Home and family SHOULD come before cancer-causing addictions.

Vitamin 'N' time

I want a smoke oh-so desperately. Made worse by the fact that its Friday and my nicotine urges kick in especially on Fridays. Even worse , the fact that I won't be smoking for the next 3 days , coz I'm headed home.... And here I am thinking of schemes to get a puff before heading home. Perhaps at the airport - nah, too risky, what if there's someone who knows me? Now? Where ? No time, lots of work to do, can't go for a quick walk..

I go through phases with cigarettes. There are times when I do without them for weeks, even months on end. And then there are days , when I wake up and immediately eagerly await that Ultra Mild at the end of the day. When I'm smoking, I can tell myself , Oh I don't really need this, I can give it up ANYTIME. This is just to distract me from more serious stuff, time pass...' And I do convince myself.

And through all these phases, I never hesitate to point out to my friends that they're smoking way,way too much and that they shouldn't be so dependant on a cigarette ...

Aaaaaaaaaaah, aaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaaaaaaaah

Little Secrets

There used to be a time when I was embarassed to buy sanitary napkins from shops. I always made Amma (and sometimes, even Appa) buy it. And I would never stand anywhere near the billing counter while they were getting billed.

Now I find myself watching the man at the billing counter , closely, just to see if he gets uncomfortable billing the little packet of Whisper Ultra.

In medical shops, they wrap the packet in a newspaper AND put it in a little black polythene bag before giving it you. Like, 'Its our little secret, I won't tell, and no one will ever know.'

S Update

He insists on walking around like a neanderthal, back hunched low, arms hanging low and swaying about. He's been at this trip for a while now, walking from one desk to another, sorting out codes and cursing himself for forgetting to enter a new line character... He's cracking me up...
Today morning, a few minutes after he came in, I heard him walk towards his desk shouting , ' Baby , what happened to you ? What, baby ?'

I presume he was talking to his computer/iPod, because there certainly was no 'Baby'/Babes at his desk..

Okay, neanderthal time is over.. Now he's singing 'Its the time to disco' in slow motion... This is really amusing, I have to bite my lips to stop myself laughing out loud.

He cracks me up, he really does.

S

S sits behind me in office.
He whistles incessantly the whole day. It used to annoy me initially, but not anymore. Its become like the sound of the crickets in the night. Annoying only when you notice it, otherwise you just forget about it. S laughs out loud, guffaws is more like it, gets excited by code check-ins and bugs and Sev2 , whatever they may be. He likes Douglas Adams, L. Subramaniam and listens to Indian classical music. He addresses his juniors as 'Dude'. He smokes. Today morning, someone stole all the footwear that was kept outside in his flat. He has a blog which I came across once while bloghopping , the URL I've forgotten now, and I've been trying to locate. He's passionate about music and loves loves loves his iPod. He takes photos. He draws erotic pictures, I saw one in his scribbling pad. I like his laugh - loud and uninhibited.

I've sat behind S, less than 10 feet away, for the past six months. We have never spoken to each other, not even a 'Hello'. Oh, last week there was a 'Do you have a blue pen I can borrow? '. That's it. Its kind of sad when I think about it.

He's still whistling.

Belafonte and the Muppets !

This had me giggling in office EVERY single time I saw it and saw me through an awful week at work !

Thanks to Me for telling me how to post a Youtube video !

Help needed

Can someone tell me how to post a YouTube video on my blog ?
Please .

Thanks !

Delhi Good Food Guide !

If I could go to Delhi now, I would -

- go to Chung town and have chilly beef, thingmo and momos

- visit Dilli Haat and have yummy mutton biriyani and Rogan Josht from the Kashmiri Stall

- have the 2 rupee kebabs at Jama Masjid

- indulge in a juicy beef steak from German Bakery at Paharganj

- stand in the longest queue ever to eat Channa Batura from Chacha's in K'Nags

- devour a Hot Chocolate Fudge from Nirula's and also the truffle pastry

- gorge on hot butter toast from the Cafe

- and of course, Mississippi Mud Pie from Big Chill

I think its the budget constraint that I had, being in college, that made good food taste sooooo exceptionally good. Nothing in Bangalore matches up... as of now.