GBYH!!!**

Comfortably Dumb :
The feeling you get when you're not not chosen to answer a question you don't know the answer to

Elevator to Heaven :
Led Zep's tribute to Otis

Remember when :
A song to cure an amnesiac

Brain Damage :
Amdittance to Col. Hatch's institution

Va-caw Va-caw:
How to call a crow (Va=come (tamil))

Free Word :
Freedom of Press

Everything will flow :
Plumber's assurance

The World from Yesterday :
The Eagles' newspaper

A(a)man-da :
The Boston way of saying yes in Tamil

Roll another Joint
The physiotherapist's song

**- Go Bang Your Head :P

Verse for a stranger

You reminded me of dear DV*,
I think you just about saw me,
Seeing your blue jeans and black tee
made me almost go weak in the knee
Wish I'd one more oppurtunity,
and your face I again get to see.


* - David Villa

A pathetic verse for a stranger I saw on my way home....

Pathetic attempt !

This post has been responsible for making my friend feel like banging her head on the wall (as a reaction to what I got started on, following the post)...

Well, here goes :

What did Rooney become after his hair transplant?
Vain :P
(Feign Rooney - M's contribution!)

What do you call a crow's humour?
Caw-medy!!!

And, one more :

What do you call someone with a promising career at the Bar?
a potential barrister!!!

That's it for the present.
 
And now, I'll go to get a helmet for myself and bandages for the people who'll be banging their heads on walls after reading this...

Thanks to M for her feedback and patience...  and supreme levels of tolerance!

K-fixation!!!*

After a very long time, I spoke to my friend V yesterday. Of late, we've both been busy with our lives (he busier than me). And just almost drifted out of touch. I just pinged him suddenly, and he replied! I was happy, and then he told me that our mutual friend L was getting married yesterday. And that almost effectively cut out any thoughts of continuing the conversation. For, you see, V had been crazy about her since school days. Later, they both started going out with the mutual consent of their families. And suddenly, I came to know that things were no longer hunky-dory between them, and now they were not even on talking terms. V was shattered. I could see the change - he'd been so happy earlier, and now he was almost like a zombie. He gradually got better, but still, it must have been a real blow to him that L was getting married to someone else.


V has been a pillar of strength to me at times. There have been times when he could just understand what I was talking about, and of course, I don't have to mention the sensible advice he gave me (which naturally I didn't follow (Apologies,V ;) ). Talking of V, he just suddenly gave me the news that he was going on an official visit to Cochin. Which is what I was going to write about here, before I got lost in other stuff. And, so, I asked V if there were any temporary part-time openings in his office, but he said no, even he was barely there,so until they kicked him out, there wouldn't be an opening. And so I offered him my services as a P.A., without even a salary - I said I'd be satisfied with a ticket on a Kingfisher flight. (V was travelling second class on a train...). But he refused. (Wonder what's wrong with him!!!)

Another friend of mine, his name also happens to be start with a V(!!), had just told me he was going to Trivandrum. And V's trip to Cochin on top of this!! Why does everyone seem to be headed to Kerala? (Without me, which is the more important question!!) And why do they have to inform me and make me jealous?

The day had one more thing to do with Kerala - my friend A told me that I'd be marrying a Mallu guy. (That he said so because I could identify a few letters of Malayalam does not matter ;) ). When I told this to my parents, they said, "Ok, if your friend has said so, then it must be true...". I also mentioned it to V, and he said he could see how happy I was!!! And he called it a bond made in my previous birth! (If he could feel me "blushing" over an STD line, then he sure must have been able to sense my "happiness" over an internet cable!)

And so I end this post, to go back to my dreams ;)

(And hope that my dreams do come true!!!)

P.S. : Do half-mallus count too???

P.P.S. : I can almost hear my best friend G slapping his forehead in exasperation and deciding that he'd be better off in heaven than in any place where I am :) I, for one, know he has had enough of me and my dreams :P

* - Apologies for yet another truly terrible title - looks like Ekta Kapoor isn't the only one with a fascination for K.... The K here is Kerala, FYI...

(This was written two days earlier, but could not be posted earlier)

Open letter to FedEx

Hey Mr.Federer,

How could you?

For starters, I don't even understand tennis fully, but still sat and watched the match for the sole purpose of seeing you win. And then, since you started playing well as I just flipped open a Harley Davidson brochure, I was obliged to sit in that posture for nearly two hours till rain interrupted play. Two hours... With not even a picture to look at or anything to read.... How long can you keep reading "Live to ride, ride to live"??? And then, we were so happy to see you win the third set. Then what happened to you, we never knew...

Well, we were really disappointed.... Almost everyone I knew was supporting you, except for a couple of people. But still...

Anyway, let bygones be bygones.

We wish you luck for the future.

Regards,
S.

(P.S. : I thought I'd finally learnt the game, only to realize that I was wrong :) Everytime I cried Ace, I was told it was a Fault, and when I called it a Fault, I was told it was an Ace. Some confusing game it is...)

Thanks to GK for the format

Making memories...*

It's been a long day.

It was one of those rare days of being woken up by something other than Mom calling me (softly, for the thousandth time) or the ring of the alarm clock (which I usually manage to stop before going back to sleep). As usual, I'd gone back to sleep for "just a few more minutes" after having my morning cup of coffee. And all of a sudden, there was this mewing sound coming from somewhere very close to me, and I groggily woke up to hear my mother and aunt calling out to the cat - it was finally the thought that the cat was just next to my coffee cup that actually woke me up. (It took quite a while to finally make the cat come out of the house, that's another story, I'll save it for a rainy day (though today was one...)).

I was very happy to think that I'd finished my morning routine so fast, and was pleased to settle down with what I thought was meant for my breakfast, and the day's papers. And as usual, I found that after breakfast and the papers, I had barely enough time to reach the bus stop in time to catch my bus. Just like every other time, since I was on time, the bus was late.

I enjoyed a good cup of coffee in the canteen, and after an inevitable trip in the summer heat, I finally settled down in the lab and did a spot of studying, before my stomach indicated to me that it was time for lunch. I had lunch with a friend after a very long time. And now that I had no more trips to make, the weather became pleasant. My friend kept glancing at his watch and wondering if I'd ever finish my tea. I very graciously told him that he could leave, but he just sat there egging me on with his "Drink, drink" and a smile. When I was almost done with my tea, he just went off to buy something and then I met him at the door. It had started to drizzle by then, with signs of a heavier downpour. And as we walked off into the rain, I asked him sweetly, "Why did you delay so much? See, now we're caught in the rain..."


The afternoon also passed pleasantly. I enjoyed watching the Sandwich War and the Revenge of the Stapler. And then there was the news that my best friend had resigned from her job. It was a relief for me to hear that, given that my friend had almost lost her peace of mind and the job was making her depressed.

A pre-presentation cuppa in the pleasant weather, followed by an interesting presentation; and then a sudden change of plans - that seems to about account for the afternoon and evening.

On the spur of the moment, my friend and I decided that we'd scrap our earlier plans, and go out for coffee. "The best laid schemes of mice and men....",you know... My friend called her friend, and we set out. The poor  fellow didn't know where we were headed till we were actually on the road there.

We finally reached our destination, and were then given an introduction to the food and the place. We just ordered coffee for the present. (Today, I learnt that papad when broken into pieces is called papad chips!)  We followed it up with some food after a slight delay of about twenty minutes in trying to decide what we'd eat. The Illusion of Free Will played a role in the delay. In the end we managed to finish what we could, and called it "dinner". And we also resolved never to return to that place.

We then went in-and-out-in-a-matter-of-minutes from an ice cream shop, only to settle down with ice creams of our choice in the shop next to it. We finally returned to our rooms, after enjoying the cold breeze following the rain.

My friend is already back to her books. Which reminds me, I should also do the same. In other words, it's high time I logged out of the internet and switched off the computer.

*- Apologies for not thinking of a better title.

Matchpoint!!

It was Saturday night and I'd just settled down to watch two matches back-to-back.


I found my best friend G online. I asked him if he was watching the matches. He told me how I could even ask such a question - his TV was ready, and connected to his home theatre, and food and drinks were also ready.
Seeing that we had both made our preparations (mine included blackcurrant ice-cream! ); we started discussing the teams and their chances. G rattled off the players' names one by one; claiming that no team had a chance against a team with such good players. (CSK & FCB were his choices, CSK being my choice as well, and since RM wasn't playing, I wanted to watch LM&DV in action).

Talking of the players, one of the CSK players happens to share his name with someone I know. So, when G emphasized that name, I asked him why he was emphasizing that particular name. I reminded him of the player's namesake. "That fella", said G, disgusted. (G always refers to him as "that fella"). He claimed I was driving him nuts, and said he wanted to jump off a building.

I told him that in that case, he could deliver his home theatre to me and leave his bike here with me and then jump off. He asked me how I could be so heartless as to watch a friend of 14 years die, I told him I didn't want to watch him die, it was the match that I wanted to watch. G is convinced of my utter lack of sympathy for him.

I consoled him saying that far from wanting him dead, I was offering an incentive to live - my cooking. And that made G wonder why I was hatching murder plots!!!

In the end, we both watched both the matches; despite the horrible relay making me want to leave at half-time. (I'm glad I stayed up to watch Messi and Villa in action!)

(And all the while G kept harping on the fact that he was watching the match live on TV, with a good reception).

As of now, G is alive and well. And so am I.

The rest is silence, as they say...