Poor Little Me!

TK is the nastiest, unkindest cruelest meanest person I know. (All the nice things I have said about her are not true anymore!!)

One week after the wound on my knee started to heal, the doc advised that I should get my dressing done at home instead of traveling to the hospital everyday. (Yes, the Operation Theatre experience was very painful. Yes, I cried, but not too much. Yes, I am a brave girl. Yes, I should be resting at home but there’s too much work. Yes, health comes first, but if I am jobless I shall starve and that’s not healthy either. Yes, I am open to all the sympathy that I can get. Yes, I sound needy. Yes, I am needy. Yes, Yes! I shall get back to the story.)

TK had a field day changing the dressing for me. T could not stop giggling. I gave her a reprimanding look and told her that it hurts when she rocks during her giggling fits. T, still giggling, removed the dressing and gasped. A deafening silence ensued for a brief five seconds. And then she spoke, “There’s a big gaping hole”. Breaking into another uncontrollable giggling fit she said, “We can use it for a candle holder.”

As I said, TK is the nastiest unkindest cruelest meanest person I know.

Life rocks!

well it's a long way up and we won't come down tonight
well it may be wrong but baby it sure feels right

well we won't come down tonight
ya we won't come down tonight
no we won't come down tonight

we can watch the world go by - up on cloud number nine...

Went to Bryam Adams live concert last nite with RM, SP, M, NG, PG, AM & a couple more ppl! It was worth the pain of finding a parking, the serpentine queues, the dust, the cigarette smoke and the long long wait filled in by Aasma and Dragonfly. From "Summer of 69" to "Everything I do" and from "18 till I die" to "The only thing that looks good on me", Adams played everything he's possibly ever sang. It was a night to remember. Bryan totally rocks! I love this guy!

So while we were dancing I looked around, saw some doped and drunk teenagers, saw some available girls grinding against desperate boys and thanked God for not making me like them (I know it's judgmental of me, but I detest such crass behavior).

My bestest buddy - Nuts got married on February 6. Went to Wayand for the wedding. The place and the wedding were just awesome. Nuts looked stunning in her white wedding gown. EP couldnt keep his eyes off her. Wish the newly-weds a very happy married life!

On the way back, saw a herd of wild elephants with two adorable baby calfs frolicking in the water. We went closer to get a few pics but were chased back by the matriarch of the herd.

Bangalore's weather has turned absolutely amazing. Cloudy, with a bit of chill in the air, and intermittent rains in the evening or night.

Life JUST can't get any better than this!

Mr. Nosey

I am sure most of you have met one of these species at some time or the other. My problem is that I am seated next to one. I sit in a huge cubicle where each gets enough space. This has no meaning to Mr. Nosey. He twirls his chair and sits prosperously facing my monitor. My freezing scorpion stares have no effect on him. He is meddlesome and is proud of it.

He does not think twice before questioning me on the document that I am working on; with which he has nothing to do. He has the chutzpah to inform me that I have a new mail icon blinking on the status bar. He does not simply look at my screen, he imbibes the details. Initially I tried to make him conscious of his irritating behavior – in vain. Oops! he is looking this way again. I wonder if he realizes that he is the subject of this blog...

Today I put up my tchotchkes for display (includes the candles from P, doggie from RM, "I am the best" cup from Sam) My desk looks too cool! but I believe my co-workers think I'm a crackpot because I'm always decorating and redocrating my cube. But I figure, since I'm here 13+ hours each day, then why the heck shouldn't I decorate my cube? I freakin' live here!!

You know you are a fauji brat when..

Okay I had to share this one!!!

• You were born in a MH- possibly with Pop not being around on the big day due to being required to go suddenly 'on duty' at short notice !
• Half your toddler years were spent with Dad being away!
• You went to school either on Bhaiya's cycle or in a Shaktiman
• You know what a Shaktiman is! ( No! it isnt the TV serial about half man and half machine starring AB look alike)
• Jeeps & Jongas don't excite you - they were your regular mode of transport!
• Your entire family (including the inevitable pet dog !)could survive in one room temporary accommodation with 25 trunks/wooden crates, the shell-based table lamps, lovely artistic drift-wood, a centre table, few 'peg' tables and of course-two bhaiyas flitting/hovering around.
• The smell of Brasso & shoe polish was regular morning staple.
• Mess was not what you created in your room, it was where you went every Friday for the free movie and the Sunday south Indian breakfast or Biryani/Chole- Bhature lunch.
• Baccha party is not a party dedicated to you, but yes it’s the clan name you earn as you learn to belong to the regimental parties with the rest of the “just as lost” kids sit together, whiling away time, while our parents conveniently join the main “party”.
• The "English Movie" was very often a western and you couldn't follow a word! Sometimes you just went for the samosas and the local drink that they insisted was Cola.
• At the end of the month your dad had to pay for many pink slips showing how many samosas and local drinks (that they insisted was Cola) you had consumed. They never missed any!!!
• You attended many many May / Navy Queen Balls before you knew what Miss India was.
• Your mother regularly got dressed, perfumed and disappeared for the Ladies Club.
• You knew towns like Mhow, Wellington , Fazilka, Pallawala, Twang and Bomdilla etc, which are generally extremely difficult to locate on any standard map of India.
• You weren't a millionaire but hey you had access to Olympic style Swimming, Horse Riding, Squash, Tennis, Flood- light lit Badminton courts and boy oh boy, Golf !!
• You can still take one quick look at the epaulets and figure out the rank.
• You can still recall the special & particular smell of the CSD canteen! A special prize for the correct concoction - mine is - it was a mix of Hamam Soap, Ponds Dreamflower Talc & Surf I think. In some corners it had overtures of Brooke Bond red Label as well.
• You remember the fun you used to have in the grilled 3-ton vehicle that was your regular school-BUS for years together.
• You know the full form of words like 'OG', "OLQs", 'CO' etc and that the meaning of "field' is not what is as given in the dictionary.