The Cult of WWE

The first WWE (world wrestling Entertainment ) match that comes to my mind which I watched on T.V goes way back to times yore when I was hmmmm ...I think 7th standard. The match was between Shuan Michals and Razor Roman. WWE was then known popularly as WWF ( world wrestling federation ) and was telecasted on Prime sports. In retrospect, I have grown up watching all those famous wrestlers like Hitman,Yokuzuna,HulkHogan,BullDog and many others. I always thought that games were genuinely played and real similar to those boxing games etc, without scripts already written or results of the matches predetermined by their team. As I grew up it was hard to believe despite watching those blood spilling matches that all those matches were scripted and the results of such matches were predetermined. Creative controversies were created by the back end team with an element of emotion attached to make them more appealing to public, it was sports juxtaposed with entertainment. The Vagaries of wrestling matches are so surreal that its hard to predict the results, I guess that is the reason why it has gained such a huge popularity worldwide now. But the debates and discussions continue even today on the barrier to be laid by the parents of children by stepping a step further in disallowing them to watch these programs, I think it is left entirely to the parents to allow or permit with constraints, it would be a preposterous argument to debate on banning the entertainment though. After all it has been one of the best known creative ideas of intellectual business acumen and unassailable entrepreneur thought brought to cater and whet the appetite of global audience watching television. All that the parents or teachers have to ensure, is to make known the fact to the children that the grudges of the macho men, their acts and signature moves are limited to that ring and should never be imitated anywhere, at school or at home, for, its pseudo fight, faked and scripted. More than that, its just entertainment similar to what they watch in the movies.

My First RTI

After bearing all those irritating long hours of staying alone at her hostel to receive the Passport, for which she had applied earlier, My sister desperately wanted to come home to spend time with us.The official stipulated due date of 45 days with in which the government is bound to issue the passport provided there are no hiccups in the application form and the required documents, has passed long back and my sister still din't receive the passport at her hostel, despite multiple inquiries for the status at the Passport office there was only one reply which she managed to get from the officials " It will arrive soon with in a week". Many such weeks have flied past, the online site also shows the same old status of "Police report not received". After all this mental tension and plying to and fro to the passport office and hostel in this scorching sun, and standing in those unending queues for long hours, there was only one way left in which I could solve her problem. RTI. My dad was a bit skeptic, as it was about to question the police department. But I said I can deal with it and there is enough room for me to hide my identity in gathering the information about the passport application in RTI, I talked to the Public Information Officer on phone, and said I would be sending an application with regard to RTI act 2005 including the nominal fee of Rs 10/- in the envelop and would send it with one of my friends to collect the receipt, he obliged. This is My first RTI application

To Dated: 15/4/2008
The PIO, Md. Hamid Ali,

Administrative Officer,
DPO Karimnagar. A.P 505001
Ph: 0878-2262260. Cell: 9989736863

Sub: Application under Right to Information Act 2005
I had made an application/return/petition/grievance for the following reason (copy of application is attached) but no satisfactory action has been taken on my application so far.

1) What is the maximum period with in which a passport applied directly and by Tatkal be in the applicants hands, provided the application meets all the requirements of the formal documents needed and verifications done.

2) From whom can the explanation be sought or any kind of action be taken for the delay in the issue of the Passport for no wrong reasons, Who is answerable for this?

3) Who is the authority concerned and His/Her phone numbers to contact, if a passport application given in Hyderabad which has its permanent residence verification to be done in Karimnagar, is delayed for close to 2 months and the status on website still shows "Police report not received" ? (My Passport Application Number is A023834)

4) Who maintains the Official website of the passport status inquiry in India, specifically for A.P,

5) What is the frequency with which the status of the passport application is revised in the Official Indian passport status inquiry website on internet?

6) Who is the person to contact in person and on phone for the inquiry of the status of passport application in Andhrapradesh, other than on the website?

7) How do one know at which stage is the processing of the Passport application or where did it get struck, if the website only shows the status as "police report is not received" for a long time?
Please provide the following information with respect to the same:
1. Please indicate the daily progress made on my application so far. i.e. when did my application reach which officer, for how long did it stay with that officer and what did he/she do during that period by sending the info to the Email Id mentioned below.
2. Please give the names and designations of the officials who were supposed to take action on my application and who have not done so?
3. What action would be taken against these officials for not doing their work and for causing harassment to the public? By when would that action be taken?
4. By when would my work be done now?
5. By when would vigilance inquiries be initiated in the above matter of out of turn disposal of applications if any?
Yours sincerely,

Mr.XYZ
Taruni working women’s hostel, Jublee Hills Road no 2, Hyderabad.
+919949444617
Mail Id: shilpa.sankeesa@gmail.com

(If you do not directly deal with this application or a part thereof, kindly forward it to the right PIO u/s 6(3) of RTI Act with intimation to me. You are required to do so within 5 days of receipt of this application, as per sec 6(3) of the Act)

Awating response from the officials ....

Dreams unlimited !

When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.

Helen Keller
(1880-1968, American Writer)

I know I have taken a challenge by quitting a cozy job. I am leaving in a constant hope by doing the best I can with the support of some adages like above. But to take a chance is what life is all about. I have a point to prove, to make it BIG.I promised to take care of myself, told myself not to believe or trust so easily, my intution told me too.. but, I learnt a lesson, listen to your intution!
Will I?? Remains to be seen!

Thinking on a sunday afternoon

Would you guys hate me if I started to post one line posts? Should I care?

pffff!

Last week this time...

There was you!
there was us
there was that place we went to...
yeah it was sunny... but there was lemon soda and ice cream :D
what does it take to get last week back?
Thanks to Raj and Shreeya for making us meet on their marriage, It was really special,but sorry to you Raj, you are from the pan, in to the fire :) swim the ocean of life with your Wife, happy married life machha

I Like .....

This is by far the easiest tag I've done till date. Well not too sure, guess that line will just have to wait for another day ;)

Lets start again . So here I've been tagged by pavan . I'm taking liberties to modify the tag to Pick Some - Kick Some ..which some people will recognize as an oooooooooooold idea of mine that has been dragged about the net for a while..But what the heck.It hasn't been to my blog yet.

My Picks

* Ofcourse cricket and Music
* Every inch of Sachin
* Sai baba temples where it is very serene and calm
* Formula 1
* Long walks (unless its a crowded Abids bylane .God forbid!) , long drives and all that jazz [Remember here .. I'd rather be alone than bored]
* Surprises
* Mathematics
* FedEx, Rehman
* Giving non-bday gifts
* Travelling ! ( Any form of travelling ....Even a bus trip to local Monda market counts.I'm kidding here..but you get the picture ..)
* Catching up on favourite blogs on a rainy day with a completely new tracklist to keep me company.
* Puzzles, CAT papers
* Watching Ads with my sister
* CNN IBN and NDTV
* The written word - books , movie quotes , mags , ....
* Coffee shops
* Watching dance competetions
* Colours !
* Oilpaints
* Catching four movies in a row with friends
* Mails from long lost friends [Ever notice how the longlost aquaintances are remembered as friends while current friends remain aquiantances ? until they become longlost ofcourse .]
* While we are on that topic..Friends who dont mind my not initiating-keeping-in-touch.[This one is actually a trap]
* Doing nothing [By now..I'm the resident expert.]
* That excuse called Hibernating ! [Call me for your very own copy of How-To-Disappear-Completely 101. On second thoughts, DONT call me!!! ]

don't have enoght time now, will post the remaining later..catch up for My Kicks :) it has been as a draft for quite a long time and I din't wanted to be anymore in my draft messages.

Sachin - The Living Legend

A King is a King, No one should testify his presence, neither can they, I suppose. Yes, I am taking "SACHIN". He does not need to bother for his critics. His Bat does the talking every time and leaves everything behind. He is arguably THE BEST Batsman in the World today. Every one is making a hue and cry, that its time he retires, and he is not the Sachin of old whom we have known for all the time, actually speaking there was no change in neither him nor his batting only thing that has changed are the peoples expectations of him, He has single handedly won matches in Australia now, Every one who said he does not play well in crucial finals and more specially when India is chasing, had to put their foot in mouth. He returned home as the second highest scorer in ODIs, His contributions in Tests were also commendable, The records that Sachin had set straight while on his journey in leading India to victories on numerous matches speak on their own. He can be compared to none not even to the likes of Lara or Ponting. He is a virtuoso. As a die hard fan of his, I feel he is one of the priceless gems that India has ever produced, I am really proud as an Indian. British media and official consortium also gave a statement to honor Sachin by bestowing up on him the honorary three letter word "SIR" which marks the knighthood in sports, ( Sir Garry Sobers, Sir Don Bradman, Sir Jack hobes and Sir Vivian Richards were the only four to have been given the Knighthood earlier ), I admit that he has not been as attacking as he used to be in his earlier days of his carrier, but now he plays according to the situation of the game and seems to be a more matured person on the ground to whom all the younger players in the team can look up to any time. He is admittedly the God of Indian cricket, let leave all those who try to find fault with his batting skills, there is nothing like form which he looses, its just a bad patch that he would have been traveling on the days when he could not score for his country. Tendulkar may nurture his genius or spurn it, the responsibility of greatness lies with him. It seems he understands that. He is surer now than before, less driven to petulant strokes or rakish indiscretion. The two ODIs in Australia in the 3 match finals because of which India romped home with a fabulous and eventful victory were just a reminder, a page from a book, that this is a batsman who was conceived under God's full attention. Imagine, what greater deeds remain, the other pages of that book are yet to be turned. He always maintained, that he never played for records, they just came as he played along and a victory for the team meant more than a century for him, and so dis I feel, he is so sober. and that is Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar admired by millions Oops ! Billions around the world for you. Take a Bow !

Inspiring "Life"

Dismissed from drama school with a note that read “wasting your time" she is too shy to put her best foot forward --- Lucille Ball

Turned down by the deck of a recording company who said we don't like your sound the guitar music is on the way out ---The Beatles

Failed solder, farmer a real estate agent at 38 years old he had to work for his father as a help --- Ulysses S Grant

Cut from the high school basketball team, he went home locked himself in his room and cried --- Michael Jordan

A teacher told him that he was too stupid to learn anything, and he should go in to a field where he might succeed by the virtue of his pleasant personality---Thomas Edison

Fired from a news paper because he lacked imagination and had no original ideas --- WALT DISNEY

His fiancée died, he failed in business twice he had a nervous breakdown and was defeated in 8 elections --- Abraham Lincoln

If you never failed, you never lived, Life = Risk

Courtesy: A Youtube Video

"If" ...by Rudyard Kipling

This is a poem by Rudyard Kipling....this conveys a lot..."if only" we could be like this.... :)

This is the poem that "rajesh" character in "happy days" movie is asked to recite by "shreya madam"..... (courtesy Thulasi )

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling

One life to love

I cant be bitter. I just cant.
thats why i choose to forget.
it keeps things simple.keeps life simple.

every passing day i realize that some things just don't deserve my energies.
while of some, I don't.
either way, life seems much easier to bear by pretending certain things never happened, and by forgetting things or people that could happen to you.

its a kodak moment I tell ya.

:(

expectations, of the familiar.
indifference, towards the unknown.
frustration, of the cycle around them.

All this after my scores in MAT- 95.44 percentile CAT-85.22 percentile XAT -??

HNY 2008??

God, Please make it a "HAPPY NEW YEAR"

Believable lies

The beauty of the internet lies in the fact that no one trusts it to work completely; thereby making the statement "I did not get your mail" an entirely believable lie...

The beauty of being a call center executive lies in the fact that no one can see the Voodoo doll on your desk; thereby making the statement "I was glad to assist you Sir, have a nice day" an entirely believable lie...

The beauty of being a gyan giver by profession lies in the fact that no one knows for sure what they're asking; thereby making the statement "I need some time to do some research and analyze the data" an entirely believable lie...

The beauty of marriage lies in the fact that your partner would invariably expect either too little or too much; thereby making the statement I don't know what I need to do to make you happy" an entirely believable lie...

The beauty of being a classical singer lies in the fact that there's more pressure on the listener to appreciate than the singer to sing; thereby making the statement "This is an extremely ancient raaga not known by many" an entirely believable lie...

India shining

Struck in traffic? Well, I have got some thing to tell. I guess everyone of us have a tale to tell about the situations and the agony of getting struck in traffic for hours together some time or the other, especially people abode in these tire-1 and tier-2 cities. This is what I learnt to do these days when I am caught up in traffic, "OBSERVE", yes, you read it right! I keep observing people around me. Believe me its very funny. After peeping through my helmet at an eye catching hoarding at the stop, I remove my helmet to get a breather and to take a look at the hoarding which has a bevy of beautiful babes in beach apparel promoting Faber castle stationery (Well! I am said that is marketing) then I look around to see people venting out anguish in different ways, one getting chided for his bike kissing the other vehicle from back, one tapping his feat to the numbers from his ipod, one trying to find a way to make his bike climb the footpath to reach his office earlier on time, other, making her hubby talk on the cell phone by holding it from the pillion, another spending some quality time with his girlfriend on the back seat. Not just this but you also get to learn some Bizarre facts after tickling you brain cells with some stats on this desperation now turned profession.

Qualification: Not required
Eligibility: Anyone who can speak a few words
Timings: very flexible
Dress code: disheveled clothes preferably
Salary: 6 lakh per anum + incentives and fringe benefits.

Well, If you think that the people making a living on the road side and begging for money at the junctions are leading a precarious life in indigence, Thing again!
With a pragmatic approach to this, let’s take this case study, say you are struck in a traffic jam at the busy crossroads of Ameerpet in Hyderabd or at a Koramangala Sony world junction in Bangalore, You are bound to stay on your bike for at least 5-6 minutes at that jammed juncture. The traffic lights turn red from green and back to red again at least thrice before you cross them. For these 5 minutes there would be at least a minimum of 100 vehicles at the junction at any given point of time in the day. Now comes the real math, say out of these 100 commuters, being very pessimistic, begging fetches them at least 25 Rs. That is Rs 300/- per hour (they can go to the other side when these vehicles move, no complaints) and if they work for the regular 8 hours a day their daily earnings would be 2400/- which makes it a whopping 52800 rupees every month, that too when they work for 5 days a week and 22 days a month, and well, they get those additional performance bonus and incentives during peak hours of 8-10 AM and 5-8 PM, for working over time and also on weekends if I wonder they really work. If that is not lucrative enough, they have no tax to pay. No wonder why the Finance minister announced an economic growth of 10% in the next fiscal when you observe these figures. Don’t be awestruck if you come across an advert of a college offering courses in professional begging, or a company which issues an IPO with an intent to expand its firm "Importune Pvt Ltd" with a share value of anywhere between 800-1000 Rs, in near future after a begging boom. May be that is the reason I see more people even with out any physical disabilities imploring for money these days at the busy junctions. So from now if you come across a person begging at the crossroads, ask him for his bank balance before giving him a penny, the chance is, he may have more in his kitty than you :p, all said, I have to change my future plans now and put a full stop to my MBA exams preparation :)

Happy Days ?

doubts...
its not a single day.
culmination of everything that was so beautiful in your life.
and a movie to remind it, which makes it far more worse.
doubts..

just one sign would do.
to know,
if what I am is worth what I have and have not been through.
hmm..

p.s. should this post even exist ?
its not the movie, its the non existent memories.

Happy Birthday Chitty

When words fail to communicate what I ought to, when silence is all which talks between our hearts,when I know what I crave for is not easy to get, When I do not know why am I being punished for all the while, When I am clueless on how to give you a clue to show my propensity for your company, When I grow in the scrupulous feeling of "if you started loathing me now?" I have no other way to wish you ,but this. HAPPY BIRTHDAY my dear dearer dearest Chitty :) Sending your way are tonnes of heartfelt warm wishes for you to stay happy for the entire life.Have a blast on your birthday.

A day from the Guys diary

This time its the day from the diary of the guy in the previous post. I should say that It was easy-writing for me, as I didn't have to imagine much, being a guy myself :)

"Yet another day in her thoughts, I am desperate to talk to her, I know she loves me too, but never did she confess her love, even after I proposed her mine.She grew closer after I said " I love you" I did not know what to interpret it as.She was never perspicuous in her feelings. The fear of losing her for entire life threatens me if she scuttles my proposal to accept me, which may end up in that "I-Thought-You-are-a-good-friend" phase of life. I could not believe my eyes when I saw her in the newly opened mall with a guy, hand in hand. She never told me about anyone after all these months of knowing each other,our families and friends, at least not about some one who is so intimate to her. I was only leaving in thoughts of trying my best in doing all kinds of things to impress her, just to get a single reply to my scraps in orkut or a hello and thanks to my offline messages. I still remember the day when I had garnered the confidence to write a very big mail Sitting up to 1.30 midnight saying about all the useful crap which happened in my last tour to her. The gifts that we exchanged still beckon me when ever I see them. The days when each of us were waiting for each others mails every alternate day, I had to convince her for 2 full hours for not replying her mail the very next day when she sent it.The mail had some greetings and Good Luck wishes I remember.My platonic love grew to infinity then.

I don't know how is she feeling right now but My heart is shards, many of my friends also said all the girls are the same and they start their hunt for a new one once they part with the old. Instances of a few celebrities and some people whom I knew were trying to convince me, but my heart was still not accepting it.I suppose Winning her confidence and impressing her with all my good qualities to get her mail Id was the real Herculean task I faced. She gave me her id after about 47 days of knowing each other on orkut. I remember the day when we caught up each other online on yahoo, coz we could not wait for each others reply mails. It was no looking back from there. I was still waiting for signals which confirmed her love to me, she said many times that "she liked me for what I am" It made my day when she gave me her mobile number, I thought she was still skeptical as I did not get replies to my SMSes for 3 days. Then We grew closer,She gave some hints of accepting my love when she also replied saying "I love you too" but by this time I did not understand the exact meaning of Love that she was talking about. Things seemed to be compounded when preethy, my cousin said true and real close friends will love each other for what you are and support each other at each point in life. My heart was vacillating among too many thoughts. All our visits to temples, the time which we spent together, the movies which we watched, every thing was on my mind.

For the past one month, she spoke to me only when I called her. I was missing her every minute. She did not make an attempt to call me back even when she missed my call, after looking at the "Missed calls" list on her mobile. My day would not be complete with out receiving at least 10 missed calls from her every day earlier, but now Her love seemed a plausible lie.

I tried calling her many times to give my new mobile number only to find that her mobile number was also changed. I thought of sending a mail with my number, but I thought, when she was not willing to talk, its waste to send a mail and ask her to take my number,she would take my number from any of my friends, if she really wanted to talk to me. I did not receive any mail from her either. Ego crept in both our minds to call or mail each other I suppose. Being alone was tougher than being lonely. I made an attempt to mail her conveying my sincere apology, if I had done anything wrong which hurt her. She too replied to that mail saying sorry, but again the same story prevailed, I did not receive any mails from her again. I have been waiting for her mail, even today.

My friend’s words gave me some courage to hate her for whatever she did, for putting a full stop where a comma could be done with, for putting an end to things, for not giving it one first or last try. May be everything was so perfect that something had to go wrong. May be some mistakes in life are such big ones that even your loved ones don’t accept your apologies. May be her principles of life were more important than my feelings. May be I was just somebody who gave her a friend to her loneliness. May be I was just destined to be alone as I never was lonely. May be it was her infatuation but my love."

PS: This little story resembles stories of many a million I think, and so was it, This one was a story of someone whom I knew from.... Hmmmm....My birth

A day in a girls diary

Though I don't have a very good opinion on girls who tend, pretend and spend time falling in love, as they say initially ( well don't ask why ! may be because of most of the practical examples that I have seen where a girl ditches a boy and Marry's a guy with a fat check and gives her mobile number starting with 001) and then find them selfs in big villas married to some one else. I wanted to see the other side of it being a girl myself and read out an imaginary day from my diary for all you guys out there. Well the next post I promise would be of the guy whom this girl is speaking about..So relax and enjoy.

" I hate traffic, I hate my assignments and I hate him...
I hate traffic coz it makes me late and leaves me with very little time for shopping, I hate assignments coz I wish to jot an opinion but end up giving a completely different opinion every time, and I hate him as I have loved him from past 5 months and continue to do so.

‘Online marriages’ I don’t have a single thought on it. How I wish we were together today, chatting right now on the net as we used to do about 4 months back and could bother him about the project. I still remember his madness; before I could come online he would have left me with hundred off line messages saying ‘I LOVE YOU’. He really had the patience to copy-paste each of them again and again. Had it not been for that friend community ( he he he that bloody orkut again !!) where he found my profile interesting, we would not have come across each other by now. And I must say that he had the time then to mail me, a real long one, just to be friends. I being the most cautious person to make friends was a bit unenthusiastic about replying him. But his innocence in the mail was that of a kid and I had to reply him. I had never thought that with eleven mails we would be able to know so much about each other.He mailed me his pics and though I was surprised by his good looks I wasn’t quite happy about it as I dint have complete trust to mail him mine (yeah typical Indian Girl, isn't she?).

Finally, after a week or so we caught each other online and that seemed so much better than waiting an entire night, for a reply. He spoke to me as if I was all so important to him or may be I just thought so. He was the first guy who spoke to me in a way that he wasn’t bothered about expressing me how he felt about me, the first man who thought there’s a woman somewhere between the shells of the girl that I am. I knew that it wasn’t ‘only friendship’ but kept ignoring the fact because I knew if not friendship may be just a crush but can’t be that four letter magic word, I had always tried to be away from.

Within a fortnight, he confessed his feelings to me and there I was so scared of my wishes being fulfilled, of my dreams coming to reality. I was scared not for falling for him because I had already fallen for him but scared of, he coming to my life making me weak and then leaving me all alone. Being lonely was easier than being alone, as you are lonely when you don’t have people around you but alone when people around you come into your life, change it completely and leave you incomplete.When you are in love even a barking dog seems like a bird chirping, that’s what was going on with me. Even after being a mature teenager (though they seem poles apart- maturity & teenagers),even after knowing the term ‘infatuation’ (if not the proper definition), even after keeping an account of all the problems that could arise (mom-dad-bro-sis), I went ahead with my ‘I- am- in- love- syndrome’ and gave him my cell number. Some sweet SMS’s followed by his soft voice and then came his beautiful poem (which though Smriti told me is a sign of a good flirt and was sad on having no impact on me, { Brag, that old smrithi again !!!!}) my inspiration for not believing Smriti then were the Backstreet Boys (I don’t care who he is, As Long As He Loves Me).

The day or appropriately the night came in where I had my heart dictating my brain to find a word for whatever I felt for him, the less creative brain took my cell typed a msg saying ‘I LUV U 2’. Then there wasn’t any looking back, we met the coming weekend, the next, the next and the next was the last. No calls followed no SMS’s followed deleting mails followed sad songs reminding the first-kiss followed the telecast of all-the best-romantic movies reminding the moment he held my hands as if he weren’t to leave them ever followed accidental visits to cafes reminding the coffee we shared and those eyes looking so mischievous followed too many trips to the movie theaters reminding me his comforting and soothing shoulders followed Smiti’s words “he wasn’t in love it-was-just-infatuation had it been love he could understand you, your fears, forgive you and go ahead. Love is so strong that misunderstandings can’t shatter it, if at all both you were in love”

May be Smriti was right as her words give me some courage to hate him for whatever he did, for putting a full stop where a comma could be done with, for putting an end to things, for not giving it one first or last try. May be everything was so perfect that something had to go wrong. May be some mistakes in life are such big ones that even your loved ones don’t accept your apologies. May be his principles of life were more important than my feelings. May be I was just somebody who gave him a friend to his loneliness. May be I was just destined to be alone as I never was lonely.May be it was his infatuation but my love."

This is one day from my girl diary.coming up would be the day following the day when she wrote this, from the boys diary. keep waiting. be good , stay good.

Trin Trin .. Hello !

"Hello sir, Good morning, I am calling from ICICI bank, We have a very good offer for you, do you have a couple of minutes to spare ?" These routine statements have become too trite to pay attention not just on the office phone these days but on personal mobiles too. I wonder how the bank people were able to get my new mobile number after I changed the Old number from Bangalore. Believe me,She begun asking "Am I speaking to Mr.Shishir?" Just because she was too sweet to say "sorry I am not interested", I deliberately started a liaise dialogue.
She : Thanks for lending your time sir, may I please know, if you already have a credit card sir? ( me gone flat by her courtesy, never did I listen to such acquiescent marketing guys !! )

Me : ya, I do have a couple of cards.

She: Sir, do you want me to explain the advantages of having a ICICI platinum card, which I am sure you would like to go with.

Me: Do I have an option other than to allow you to explain! Laughs :) Ya please tell me.

She : Some peculiar jargons of interest rate, payback time, cash back offers bla bla bla with each attribute, lesser than all the other cards, as she said! ( I din't pay attention to what she was saying though, her voice was too good to pay attention to the content of her words)

Me: Oh, too good to ignore, very good one! ( huh, ofcourse this was about the card :) )

She: Sir, then do you want me to send our executive to your place for applying? we require very few docs,salary slip, id proof etc ..

Me: may I know whom am I speaking to ?

She: My name is shravya sir.

Me: Can you please call me in the evening to brief me on the required documents and other details? I have an urgent work now, or leave your number, I will call back ! ( Hoping for good, and fingures crossed :p)

She: Its ok sir, my executive will call you in the evening to fix an appointment! ( she is clever, plans gone for a toss !)

He: Oh, sorry BTW did you say its an ICICI card? I already have the card.

She: its platinum card sir,He: I have the same platinum card shravya, thanks for calling, ByeI was about to laud her voice infront of my friend just after the call, his mobile started ringing from the same number !

Joyous Jog Trip

salubrious mountain winds, gushing waters, scenic beauty, calculated strides, tranquil ocean waters, measured trekking, sanctimonious visits to temples in seek of blessings and good will, tramping through the roads and the forests, traipsing around in search of savory viands, vantage view of the waterfalls, relaxing beach cricket, water rides on the skiffs in the backwaters and conscious choice of some routine recreational games inside the bus. This has made our travelogue a very voluptuous visit this time again. The best part of this journey has to be the world famous Jog falls, we enjoyed every bit of the tour. The trek team strength was bigger than ever, 17 of us boarded the Mini bus at Bangalore and it was fun and frolic all the way, may be because it was after a long gap. The last trip to shiva samudram was quite some time back. We played,sang,ate,danced and what not, we enjoyed to the fullest. We will savor this three day trip for a long time to come for sure...can't wait for the next one, this time to Goa :)