my little paradise...

There are loads of things i want to write about..like..

how i mourned for my nike floaters that got lost in the temple (yeah it happened!)

how i took some time off from my mourning to freak out a little bit inspite of the above ( yeah..that happened too!)

how ram gopal verma delivered the unexpected( yeah..the vastu shastra!)

how we were the only two girls to watch the night show yesterday (yeah..me and my "smartie" room-mate)

how i still havent managed to complete the book i have been reading for a month now(yeah its "Gone with the wind")

how badly i want a matching salwar for my black kurta(yeah..am yet to hunt for one!)

how i still have not managed to get the lyrics of kandisa..(yeah to sing along with the song!)

how i have not mailed in anyone today..(yeah..that has never happended!)

how i have not painted my toes for a while..(yeah..guess that can wait!)

but could not get myself to blog today...(yeah i have done that too!!!)

Am definitely not among those who read newspaper on a regular basis.But here i am these days reading aloud from the newspapers or any magazine i can get my hands at.Here i go again.."A joint STF team proved to be Veerappan’s nemesis, but it was a doctor who brainwashed the brigand to move out of the
forest for eye treatment. An STF source said a doctor from Dharmapuri whom Veerappan had trusted helped the Tamil Nadu STF to lay the trap. The STF official told ..."well i definitely cant attribute this to my yearning to be updated with things happening around...All this and more for me getting into an american accent lingo!!!sounds weird though!!!

It was my first time with an american client, but my shock was unbelievable. The lady on the other end kept asking me to repeat myself. In my naivety, I thought we had a bad connection. Only later I realised that she really had not understood a word I was saying.Then summoning all my patience, I spoke as slowly as I could to the lady, until she understood what I explained. Exasperated and exhausted from my 15-minute conversation accosted by accents from different part of the world phew! What a day I was having. I sat back quietly in my cabin and listened to the accents drifting in and out of the speaker phone next to me.

well..that saw the beginning of my american accent training program!Now i am bombarded from the people around in my team about the importance of this and what more, they have also taken the responsibily to dump a thing or two in me to get rid of my"vernacular accent" as they say!"we are literally translating out dialogues from our mother tongues to english,which has its own fun.i studied in an Indian school,British english.american english actually made me squirm when i first got familiar with it,but then you realise that it is not bad,or demeaning to the language itself,if people from one region add their own touch to it...."-and they went on and
on... But then I noticed one thing,when Indians try to speak in a fake accent its really visible,I mean I might understand an american without any problem but once an indian tries to fake an accent its just visible that he is trying very hard to get it.hmm hope this doesnt make me a stranger to my own spicy british accent!T

here goes this cell phone of mine..with my dad at the other end..checking in how updated i am with the happenings in my state..and me proudly showing off my knowledge of veerapans capture!!!looks like the accent training program realy helps..eh!!!

yesterday was just like any other day as I toddled in to my office to "do stuff." It was also one of those days when you absolutely dont feel like doing any of those daily jobs....especially when you..oh yes, the trauma of losing something Something comforting and familiar is gone and might not be back, so things might not be the same, but there's a possibility that it might return.the little one seem to have vanished somewhere or looks like it has found a better soul to take care of it !(someone def owes me an apology)it is impossible to avoid feeling guilt altogether especially when you know you have lost. As someone once said, "Guilt is the price we pay for civilization." i just had to make sure that i dont over pay!I just cant take losing somethin that is close to my heart...i was going to call my friend and ask him if I can borrow HIS brain .I was clearly having a bad day for I fooled myself into thinking he had more than one and also the fact that i can ring him up for i have lost something!I was praying for forgiveness as i had thought of promoting it a to a higher grade just a few day back..and now its gone forever..probably the very though gave it nightmares!and thus my yesterday was spent in guilt and prayers!the only thing i kept doing was calling it in its own language..a tune that was its own and which it would understand
much better than anyone...the BLUE song..
"And I swear
If you come back
In my life
I'll be there till the end of time
And I swear
I'll keep you right
By my side'
Cause baby
You're the one I want
(Come back to me
Come back to me
Back into my life)"
I came to office today...carrying the hangovers of my previous day...and there it lies right on my sohisticated work table...gleaming with its own lost beauty...my cute,Adorable, small, portable and fashionable cell phone with its BLUE ring tone in full volume..assuring me that the world is just a call away!
THANKS to someone!

I could do with yummy hot tea in a mug that warms my palms while I drink.For the past two days i have been trying to Recover from the loss of a loved one and though that is a bit of a strong statement to attach to an inanimate vending machine, the ethos rings true. With the departure of the beloved instant coffee,tea and hot water machine(multi purpose) in the lounge and the subsequent change from "some" snacks to "no" snacks is a serious void in my life.

I feel sleepy..i could do with a bean bag now..My computer is mortified about them though, because instead of working on him sitting on my bright red comfortable cushion chair, I would be cuddling up with my bean bag alone!!! I'm sure he'll get over it though! a pleasant instrumental music at the background should be a releif..The weather seems to be crisp and chilly.a cup of strong tea...would just complete the picture....

oh..Love at first sight, that's what it was..there he stands a bright yellow new vending machine... The prettiest version ever..I wanted to be the first one to try my hand on him..picked up my favourite mug and walked towards the new one and soft touched ..for tea..he made a gurgling sound and with all his new pride filled my mug...One sip of tea..and i realized that sleep was no longer an option. Pink elephants were spotted flying outside the office. The seductive aroma of teas and coffees just seemed to drag people to the lounge. my cabin was warm and filled with
cheerful people sipping their hot drinks at intimate little tables.

Now, there lies a pile of work deadlined for today...and i willing surrender to my computer with my cup of tea..

Life rocks!