Profiles

Now this is not meant in general to any specific person..But it should be read by all those who practice this or hate this.
I think that ppl shud actually put atleast their real names on orkut profiles and not some thing like what is really going on in your real lives..or even those stupid ones like "album updated ___name"(this 1 I really hate).It really gets bogging when one has to look at every profile in ones friends' list to see the person since the change of name has taken place.
a) I want that atleast the full name or even the first name should be minimum there in one's profile name.
b) Stop telling about the profile/album updates to every1 in the world..go get a life loser..no one wants to check ur profile..
c) Waise to I really am a fan of PDA's(public display of affections)..But I really mean it on the streets and in the subway and in the theatres..and not really on orkut..Specially when ppl put up their names as "I miss ya /I luv ya..blah blah blah.."

Now one thing which has really caught up between me and sm like minded friends (Actually I acquired this frm others and now sm others have taken a cue frm me)..is to keep your scrap book clean(reduce them in number drastically) or infact clear of all the scraps. It just puts ur private life into public display..Waise it doesnt really matter to me if it gets public and there is nothing which isnt public abt me..bt I still wud like to say that I want my privacy at some places.

Hanuman Prasad..

Ah..What a Sunday….woke up at 2pm.!! I think it’s my first blog which I am writing so early after waking up barely hours ago…never mind sometimes its nice to break your own records. Motivation to write..Wonderful sunny day backed by wonderful last evening.
Usually I like to spend weekend at home and that too when you work 5 days a week you look forward to have some rest. But umesh and nirav were back from India with bagful of Indian mithai and numerous humorous stories in there bellies. Neel presence always add more fuel to fire and there presence always attract me to travel to there city. But it’s a one hour bus ride from my town and as its weekend you dont find anyone to give you the ride in car. So was bit hesitant to travel by bus. So initial plan was to call them to my place and enjoy. But destiny had some other calculations. Luckily they came to my city but due to communal puja back in boras they decided to go back immediately. So I was accommodated in car by breaking traffic rules…but as Indian, laws was always meant to be broken …but once in the car the atmosphere was filled with jokes, leg pulling and laughter. Hardly anyone ever realized about an hour journey nor of possible police fines in overloaded car.

Once in temple it was nice to have some communal prayers in temple after long time. Really enjoyed Hanuman challisa !!!

So after all sort of prayers it was time for real business..and I can bet all four had nothing in mind other than delicious idly waiting to be served. Once the green signal was given we just went on it like the crowd went in Mumbai on New Year awe on those two helpless NRI girls. Ofcouse our motive was quite different than those!! Enjoying delicious idly and sambhar, I turned up my eye on my friends and it seemed that they were having there last meal of life. When you come to that kind of communal get togethers you can always expect that from youngesters but the guys like us not only fill our stomach to neck but also make sure that extra food is packed nicely to take away home..lol…

After dinner it was time to participate in some funny games and was lucky to won 200 krones in game. Thanks hanuman ji…for extra Prasad!!

Then we went to my friends place and have loads fun till late night. Surely missed Ninand and Ruchir presence on these occasions. I was not in mood to come back. But the show must come to end. Really have loads of fun after long tiring week.
As I write this blog my mind smells the Kaju barfi which I got from umesh. You enjoy this one while I enjoy my part. 

While I await New Year.....

Lots of New Year love to whomsoever is reading this! All the nice wishes and all sorts of wonderful things to you!!
And now that all the love is done with, here is contempt.

I had been hibernating for a while, did not feel like writing any since long. Had lots of random thoughts, vague feelings, strong emotions, futile tensions, unconnected chain of thoughts in short. This mood swing began with call from my younger sister on 31st January informing me about the detoriating health of my father. Since then all negative thoughts engraved me and I started feeling restless.

And then it becomes a vicious circle, one thought leads to another and I end up exhausted and it kills the fun. Then I start thinking, why am I thinking so negative all about this when dad is yet to have undergone through check up? These thoughts forced me to have best possible permutations and combinations to bring result. After numerous ISD calls, finally me and sister, reached to the conclusion that she will rush home as soon as possible and take dad to CMC Vellore for best possible treatment.

It’s the only time I ever wish to have the power of Krishna to have multiple existence!!

So once dad was in CMC, now the turn was to wait eagerly for numerous reports and at the same time praying to get it all negative. I bet never in life time people pray and pay so much to get all negative results.
Screw that!!

While during those low days, all I need is to go read some Dilbert strips and try to back on being myself. While the doctors reported negative medical test one after another, my focus was back on reading some Dilbert and I think it is a very difficult job to deliver something so consistently insane all the times. Hats off to Scott adams for pulling it off for so long!!

Finally, the final medical report came yesterday and I am pretty relieved.
Phew!!

Nothing serious and it was just minor anemia and lung infection which can be treated without applying any rocket science. I think my dad has just got burnt off with work and all kind of mental tensions which he has to bear alone for past few months which began with untimely death of my grandfather and then my sister weeding. I hope that with change in environment and long vacation he will be back to business.
So, the Dilbert effects have also started showing result on me. I Know! I know! I am in an exuberant mood today and today is the rare day in this month when I am quite relaxed. Secondly the motivation to come back to my little space on web came from my well wisher on blog, Ruchir, Shilpi, Christel and many other friends. Sorry guys for keeping you wait for so long : .

Today its weekend and I am just in my mood and be myself and few Carlsberg. The beautiful songs of Enrique, Insommniac is making my eyes wet. Wonderful songs ..particularly “Miss you” and many other...As I write, effects of Carlsberg is gripping me and I think its enough with a promise to keep posting regularly from now on.

Last but not the least thanks to Keshavi di and Ravi for all timely help !!.

Have a nice weekend!!

Bhool Bhulaiya

Ah ….so its Thrusday..13th December??? Ya that’s what my computer shows!! But seems to me a quite different than usual day. My supervisor is on leave so no more running from clinical laboratories to botanical laboratory. Past few weeks have been really hectic and I am really looking forward for this weekend break!! So just relaxing at work place and thinking something about me!! So thought to write something which has been happening in my life for last few years.

Though these days I watched a lot of movies, a trend started by my friend Ruchir, and I am proud that I am continuing the same trend after his departure to Harward. But everytime I watched the movies and next day I forgot the movie name. It really embarrassing if someone ask the name of the movie which I watched and I had to explain the story rather than simply movie name!! Not only that I often forget the names of people I interact, very seldom even though I might have shared some good moments with them in the past. And the embarrassment befalls when the guy happens to meet me greeting " Hello Kuntal!!" with a smile on his face and I, thanks to my gr8 memory, am able to say just "Hi" though I would have loved to say "Hi Y" where Y is the first name of the person.

I feel I am suffering from this psychological disorder and that worries me or is that now-a-days I have started taking my life extraordinarily serious and in the process have damaged my brain cells leading to frequent embarrassing forgetfulness?????

Sounds so serious and pitiable!!!
I know u must be praying for the "untruthfulness" of this fact because I not only one who prays for the same when I am wide awake but also in my dreams.....

So I learnt more about this disorder on Wikipedia and was shocked at its widespread infliction to the Westerners. It's considered a 'lifestyle disease' and is primarily caused by strenuous mental exercise leading to an onset of memory loss. The other factors which contribute to the disorder are physical fitness, social interaction and base memory capacity. While the WordWeb dictionary defines this word, Noun: lethologica ; the inability to remember a word or name. I feel I am still in the infancy of this disease and am struggling hard to nip it in the bud but also I fail to understand how I qualify to be one of the victims of this disease? Stress?? Physical Fitness ?? Social Interaction ?? dunno!! Base memory capacity?? May be!! Hope not!

The only time I feel like I am not suffering from this disease is during accounting of my expenditure. You ask me for past 15 days expenses and I can give you all penny details of even a 50 ore (its Swedish currency)!! But that’s sound like more of a Gujju gene rather than my mental capability!!!

So I assume myself as a diseased person than a healthy one with such a grave defect.
So again I ask myself - Am I suffering from Acute Amnesia? The answer is a BIG YES if I am an escapist and a BIG NO if I recognize the fact that it's just one's mental framework that leads one to feel so.

Sounds worrisome but thankfully it's just a "lifestyle disease" and is reversible.

Only time will tell.

Sister Wedding

I remember it in mental snapshots. Brief glimpses of this or that when I was ten or eleven. And I m sure there must have been much ado in our house back then, with some old friends playing wedding games and all. Finally, its time for those weddings games to turn in to real story. But try as I might I don’t recall all that much.

Today is the big day and I am thinking about you. But thoughts are really confusing. One side I wonder how you look? I don’t see you in your wedding dress, but I m sure you looked beautiful. I don’t see you to take “Saat pheras” during the marriage rituals nor running through rice or tossing your bouquet. Try as I might, those snapshots are blank for me. On other side, thinking about the crazy omelette and some fish which I had to eat in breakfast on such a auspicious day rather than delecious food I would have been in your wedding.

Well, the destiny had its own desires!!!

Your Wedding might not be as dramatic and unexpected as Aishwarya Rai and Abhishek Bachchan Wedding. But I am sure it would have been Great Wedding!!

Your wedding knocks my memory and pushes me back in history to remember all the nice sweet things we had done together. As I look back with pride and deep sense of nostalgia I recall the phase that we togehter passed through. I remember how you used to protect me from father everytime I had complains from school. I remember how you used your girl power to get all information about cute girls of our school. You also drew all the biology diagrams for me (yeah I know I still owe you the chocolates I promised then for each picture).

As we grew the role changed (though more of a body guard…) but then we love each other bits and advised. As I rubbed my memories more, I can clearly see the old days when we both travelled 12 hour bumpy ride from Jabalpur to Nagpur in bus for your admissions. Remember the arguments we had in Indore before your Interviews in Glaxo??? I can’t stop myself from laughing when I think of those times.

Sis, all the best to you in your marriage life. I will stick to you strong and thick in all circumstances as you are always worthy for me to hold on to.

So Mr.R. As you hold my sister's hand and walk down that aisle.. I want you to know my sister means the world to me. I may not send her any cards on her birthday. I may argue with her about everything under the sky. We may have our differences...But at the end of the day, I love her to bits. She will always be my sister and I expect you to take care of her!

Please don’t make her cry.

Here is wishing for both of you and very happy life together.
I love you both.

And Ravinder, welcome to the Worah family!!! :-)

Myth----O---logic!!

Came across this piece here.
Reflects today's situation in the country very aptly.
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The Lord surveyed the Ram Setu and said "Hanuman, you and your vanara sena had built this bridge several centuries back with great diligence and devotion. It is remarkable that it has withstood the ravages of the climatic and geographical changes over centuries. It is indeed an amazing feat especially considering the fact that a bridge at Hyderabad built by Gammon using latest technology collapsed the other day even before they could stick the posters on its pillars."
Hanuman with all humility spoke "Jai Sri Ram, it is all because of your grace. We just scribbled your name on the bricks and threw them in the sea and they held. No steel from TISCO or cement from Ambuja or ACC was ever used. But Lord, why rake up the old issue now?"
Ram spoke "Well, Hanuman some people down there want to demolish the bridge and construct a canal. The contract involves lot of money and lot of money will be made. They will make money on demolition and make more money on construction."
Hanuman bowed down and said "Why don't we go down and present our case?"
Ram said "Times have changed since we were down there. They will ask us to submit age proof and we don't have either a birth certificate or school leaving certificate. We traveled mainly on foot and some times on horseback and so we don't have a driving license either. As far as the address proof is concerned, the fact that I was born at Ayodhya is in itself under litigation for over half a century...If I go in a traditional attire with bow and arrow, the ordinary folks may recognize me but Arjun Singh may take me to be some tribal and, at the most, offer a seat at IIT under the reserved category. Also, a God cannot walk in dressed in a three-piece suit and announce his arrival. It would make even the devotees suspicious. So it is a dilemma to say the least."
"I can vouch for you by saying that I personally built the bridge."
"My dear, Anjani putra, it will not work. They will ask you to produce the lay-out plan, the project details, including financial outlay and how the project cost was met and the completion certificate. Nothing is accepted without documentary evidence in India. You may cough but unless a doctor certifies it, you have no cough. A pensioner may present himself personally but the authorities do not take it as proof. He has to produce a life-certificate to prove that he is alive. It is that complicated."
"Lord, I can't understand these historians. Over the years you have given darshan once every hundred years to saints like Surdas, Tulsidas, Saint Thyagaraja, Jayadeva, Bhadrachala Ramdas and even Sant Tukaram and still they disbelieve your existence and say Ramayana is a myth. The only option, I see, is to re-enact Ramayana on earth and set the government records straight once for all."
Lord smiled "It isn't that easy today. Ravan is apprehensive that he may look like a saint in front of Karunanidhi. I also spoke to his mama Mareecha, who appeared as a golden deer to tempt Sita maiyya when I was in the forest and he said that he won't take a chance of stepping on earth as long as Salman Khan is around!!!"

German Puzzle

It is amazing how the daily events of my life fuel the existence of my blog. Just when I think that there is nothing new to write for the next few days now, something unusual happens and here I sit at my desk and type furiously.

I had just came out after two hours long fight with Immunology questions and thoughts to relax on one of the rare Friday afternoon by watching some good movies in lab. Today Swedes are celebrating “Alla Helgons Day” and its holiday for most Swedes. I enquired about the significance of day but was not surprised to find Swedes in same positions as mine. As far as I am getting holiday I don't complain about it. Anyway I came to lab to just enjoy movie in my 19.4 inch Desktop rather than watching in 15.4 inch boring laptop screen. As I was about to enter in lab, one of new lab members was leaving the lab and greeted me with 'Ciao'. I smiled him back and thought as another chat acronym. Post venturing in lab, I thought of browsing only the meaning of chatting phrase 'Ciao'. I discovered that it's not like any other chat acronyms but is an Italian verbal salutation and greeting meaning 'goodbye' when used in English. Further, I thought to browse the list of chatting abbreviations we generally use. I googled the phrase "chatting abbreviations" and was thrown up with 3,310,000 search results. The third one led me to www.mistupid.com/internet/chattalk.htm.

I was particularly verifying the acronyms CYA, CU- the ones closer to ciao. And Oh God!! I found that 'CYA' means 'Cover your Ass'. Really?? I have been using this phrase throughout my chatting years to gracefully say 'goodbye' to my chatting partners on Y!, gtalk! I always meant it as 'C U After'. I was confused for a moment.

But I had seen many of my friends - a lot of female friends too- also using the same phrase and hopefully with the same intention as I. They did not mean “Cover You Ass”…….Scary Feelings!!!
To reconfirm, I googled “CYA” and followed the second search result. It took me to en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CYA and from there I moved on to
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Internet_slang_phrases.

And then I had a sigh of relief. The list confirmed that “CYA” also means 'CU After'. Phew!! A big realization indeed!! “CYA” means 'Cover Ur Ass' as well as 'C U After'. Usage Contextual.
Confusion!! ya loads of !! Anyway I have taken the print out of these meaning and going to show the German guy on Monday. Hopefully his intensions should be same as mine!!! Till Then “CYA”..
hahaha!!!!