Wheeee!!! The amazing young Majorcan does it AGAIN!!! Olympic Gold!!!!!!!!
Hot on the heels of the French Open and Wimbledon victories! Absolute dominance on three different surfaces - clay, grass and the hard courts..AND he takes over as the new World No. 1 tomorrow.
What a magnificent year it's been for him!
Am absolutely beside myself with joy, yeeeehaaaah!
Vamos, Rafa!!! :) God bless you!!
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Turkish delight
I'm back! From a whirlwind trip to Istanbul, Kayseri, Cappadocia, Pamukkale, Hierapolis, Ephesus, Selcuk, Kusadasi, and Izmir.
I'm still quite overwhelmed, so it'll be a while before I can actually get down to writing about the trip coherently.
Oh, and Nadal won the Monte Carlo Open! Hoorayyyy! For the fourth consecutive time!
The Empress is very pleased indeed.
I'm still quite overwhelmed, so it'll be a while before I can actually get down to writing about the trip coherently.
Oh, and Nadal won the Monte Carlo Open! Hoorayyyy! For the fourth consecutive time!
The Empress is very pleased indeed.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Nitpicking
A few of my pet peeves, more to follow soon!
1. Using "anyways" instead of "anyway".
2. The phrase "My bad".
It sounds so terribly incomplete somehow, without a follow-up noun to the phrase.
I'm rather surprised to discover that Shakespeare used it too, apparently:
"our love and pity doth the impression fill
Which vulgar scandal stamp'd upon my brow;
For what care I who calls me well or ill,
So you o'er-green my bad, my good allow?"
3. Incorrect use of archaic English.
4. Incorrect use of French.(Or Spanish, or Italian, or Japanese, for that matter.)
I see this in a lot of shop/restaurant signs, blogs etc. I met a Frenchman
recently, and he said he was bemused to see boards blithely peppered with "la" and "le" and even " l' ", without thought for whether the noun following the pronoun was actually feminine, masculine or starting with a vowel.
5. People who've learnt British English (and spellings) throughout school suddenly switching
to American English. Yes, even those who're still in India.
6. SMS-speak. (shudder.)
7. People using "loose" when they mean "lose".
8. Corporate-speak . ("on the same page", "paradigm shift", "revert back")
9. Nouns turned into verbs. ("He lunched at noon.", "Loan me a fiver.")
10. Incorrect use of apostrophes. (It's, its, its')
1. Using "anyways" instead of "anyway".
2. The phrase "My bad".
It sounds so terribly incomplete somehow, without a follow-up noun to the phrase.
I'm rather surprised to discover that Shakespeare used it too, apparently:
"our love and pity doth the impression fill
Which vulgar scandal stamp'd upon my brow;
For what care I who calls me well or ill,
So you o'er-green my bad, my good allow?"
3. Incorrect use of archaic English.
4. Incorrect use of French.(Or Spanish, or Italian, or Japanese, for that matter.)
I see this in a lot of shop/restaurant signs, blogs etc. I met a Frenchman
recently, and he said he was bemused to see boards blithely peppered with "la" and "le" and even " l' ", without thought for whether the noun following the pronoun was actually feminine, masculine or starting with a vowel.
5. People who've learnt British English (and spellings) throughout school suddenly switching
to American English. Yes, even those who're still in India.
6. SMS-speak. (shudder.)
7. People using "loose" when they mean "lose".
8. Corporate-speak . ("on the same page", "paradigm shift", "revert back")
9. Nouns turned into verbs. ("He lunched at noon.", "Loan me a fiver.")
10. Incorrect use of apostrophes. (It's, its, its')
Thursday, March 06, 2008
All in a dahl's work..
And then we got this Roald Dahl fixation, what a lovely name to pun about with!!
A sample from those mad days:
--Roald dahl's uncle once threw him into the river. And said, mama ka maal, dariya mein dahl. And when he came out covered out in black mud, his uncle said, dahl mein kuch kala hai!
--Did he throw him into the dahl lake by any chance?
--And what did his mom call him?
Dahling.
--Weren't his kids called that? The little dahlings!
--Them too! And his aunt was Aunt Dahlia!
--If Roald was a Spanish tennis player, would he be called Nadahl?
--I love dilly dahllying in office too! Dahl tried to call his aunt once, but the line was busy, so he
redahled and redahled, finally panicked and sent the dahlta force to look for her!
--And they dahlt him rather a blow when they couldn't find his aunt either. Finally he hired a sleuth who found that she was carrying on a dahliance with the maharaja of gopal in new dahli!
--Har de har! On learning this, Dahl was hopping mad. He gathered anatole and rushed to new dahli and found dahlia, and let out a yodahl of joy. The three caught the next flight to dahlas, but by then anatole had already picked up how to use dahlda in cooking!
--And what did they watch on the return flight?
For a few dahlers more!
--(Aside: Say, if Roald was your brother, you'd call him Dahl-da no?)
How dahlighted we were to have met each other!
A sample from those mad days:
--Roald dahl's uncle once threw him into the river. And said, mama ka maal, dariya mein dahl. And when he came out covered out in black mud, his uncle said, dahl mein kuch kala hai!
--Did he throw him into the dahl lake by any chance?
--And what did his mom call him?
Dahling.
--Weren't his kids called that? The little dahlings!
--Them too! And his aunt was Aunt Dahlia!
--If Roald was a Spanish tennis player, would he be called Nadahl?
--I love dilly dahllying in office too! Dahl tried to call his aunt once, but the line was busy, so he
redahled and redahled, finally panicked and sent the dahlta force to look for her!
--And they dahlt him rather a blow when they couldn't find his aunt either. Finally he hired a sleuth who found that she was carrying on a dahliance with the maharaja of gopal in new dahli!
--Har de har! On learning this, Dahl was hopping mad. He gathered anatole and rushed to new dahli and found dahlia, and let out a yodahl of joy. The three caught the next flight to dahlas, but by then anatole had already picked up how to use dahlda in cooking!
--And what did they watch on the return flight?
For a few dahlers more!
--(Aside: Say, if Roald was your brother, you'd call him Dahl-da no?)
How dahlighted we were to have met each other!
knockturnal smses doing their back-and-forthing..
Stumbled upon a few surviving messages that preceded the Arthurford days, should probably put this up on the other blog, but I'm feeling much too lazy! Here they are, in no particular order:
Why didn't the biscuit crumble when I dropped it?
Coz it was one hell of a tough cookie!!
What would you get if you crossed a beet, a gangster and a horse?
Red Riding Hood!
When we were doing the Romans:
What would you call a musically inclined Roman actor?
Robert de Nero!
And yes, he used to play the fiddle!!
What would you call a Bollywood actor in Italy?
Roman Irani!
What would you call an Italian sailor?
A row-man!
What would you call an italian flea?
A Roman-tic!
If the Italian flea acted smart, his girlfriend would properly tick him off!
Prefect: Hahaha!! Awesome! Looks like our Roman saga isn't over yet!!
Dent: Of course it isn't over senorita! You know as well as I do that rome was not built in a day!
Doesn't petrificus totallus sound like a roman prefect?
Dent: In the old days, the romans used to grab their ladies... they lived by the
laws of Caeser!!
Prefect: They really carpe'd everything eh? They veni vidi vici'd the ladies hey?
Dent: Heh heh, forgive my choice of words, but they were more likely to have vidi vici veni'd them :-(.
Why is an elephant so wrinkled?
Just you try and iron one!
An elephant really needs to be ironed.. it's a problem.. Ivory and vory
about it!
Prefect: Well, it IS a gargantuan and difficult tusk, vell vorth vorrying about!
Dent: I, with thy graceful permission, add one adjective. It is also a mammoth tusk!
And then there were the Potter puns, the ones that didn't make it to the other blog:
What did the daily phophet say when bathilda bagshot got killed?
We're hag-rid!
Harry married the woman of his dreams. To him, she was genie weasley.
Nymphadora didn't want to be known by that name, hence at the end of the book,
she went Tinkerty Tonk!
You're on fire! You've got a bill-a-trix up your sleeve!
How did bill propose to fleur?
He just popped the usual ques- Veela marry me? :)
Why did dumbledore give the deluminator specifically to Ron Weasley?
Coz he knew he was the one who would ron away.
Rita Skeeter got her awesome anumagus abilities from her mom - she was a Ma Skeeter!
Mind you, a Ma Skeeter that bites, as opposed to the french one that goes "One for all and all
for one!" :)
Once ron and his wife were robbed. She lost all hermione!
Hehe that was really cute too! They were goblin all hermione, so sad for them na! In one fell stroke, all their silver came to Knut.
Bertie Bott a bit of butter.....
But it turned out to be a pumpkin pasty!
Would he be from Flourish and Botts?
Heh probably.. he bott it there, but in his flourri.. he picked up the wrong package!
Fred put George innto flour.
He was very flourish!
By George!! Percy put his older brother into cocoa, he made Charlie Brown.
Regulus put his brother down the chimney. He became sirius lee black :)
On second thoughts, after the chimney treatment, he could have even become the dark lord!!
And thus the riddle of how he changed his name to the dark lord is finally solved! :)
If Mrs Weasley was into metal, would she be called mollybdenum?
-Goodness! You deserve the O-scar for the best puns in foreign category :)
If you overdo it, you'll be oscar wild!
-There are more wild authors around than you can shake a speare at!
It be-wild-ers you, doesn't it?
-Indeed it does, gives me a lot of tenn(y)son!
You get the rowling trophy for best puns!
Ooh just for that, I give it right back to you! Wow lotsa prizes today - Rowling trophies and O-scars! We're on a rowl!!
I hate this mug world! We get mugged too :) We could fly at top speed, by just going 'broom!'
hehe indeed! And we quid ditch irregular buses and clicking conductors too, then!
Sigh! And if I ever go Accio broom in this muggle world, al I'd be likely to get is a tissue.
Yes, they'd either think you're mad, or you got a cold. Accio!!
Indeed.. that's what I meant! The sneeze :)) Speaking of which, Nadal's knees are very different from
Nadal's sneeze, no?
One of the blacks left the dark lord's services. He was irregulus :)
Grin grin! And he was condemned to recite irregular verbs in french for the rest of his life!
Did Charles Babbage ever manage to create a chip of the old block?
Fab! Only halfway perhaps.. so the whole thing was a major chip on his shoulder he carried for for the rest of his life.
How did the flintstones make ends meet?
The whole family chipped in!
--Ever seen some escalators and elevators in malls or airports?
We call 'em Schindler's Lift.
--Oh lovely!! Otis difficult to take rides in elevators in malls, they're so crowded. :(
--Hee, otis lovely! you lifter of spirits!! You're being o-tease, aren't you?
--Say, would a bartender be called a "lifter of spirits"?
--What would you call a plane that had a lot of passengers waking up after a looong journey?
--Umm, rip van winger maybe? :)
--No, a flight of stirs!
Why didn't the biscuit crumble when I dropped it?
Coz it was one hell of a tough cookie!!
What would you get if you crossed a beet, a gangster and a horse?
Red Riding Hood!
When we were doing the Romans:
What would you call a musically inclined Roman actor?
Robert de Nero!
And yes, he used to play the fiddle!!
What would you call a Bollywood actor in Italy?
Roman Irani!
What would you call an Italian sailor?
A row-man!
What would you call an italian flea?
A Roman-tic!
If the Italian flea acted smart, his girlfriend would properly tick him off!
Prefect: Hahaha!! Awesome! Looks like our Roman saga isn't over yet!!
Dent: Of course it isn't over senorita! You know as well as I do that rome was not built in a day!
Doesn't petrificus totallus sound like a roman prefect?
Dent: In the old days, the romans used to grab their ladies... they lived by the
laws of Caeser!!
Prefect: They really carpe'd everything eh? They veni vidi vici'd the ladies hey?
Dent: Heh heh, forgive my choice of words, but they were more likely to have vidi vici veni'd them :-(.
Why is an elephant so wrinkled?
Just you try and iron one!
An elephant really needs to be ironed.. it's a problem.. Ivory and vory
about it!
Prefect: Well, it IS a gargantuan and difficult tusk, vell vorth vorrying about!
Dent: I, with thy graceful permission, add one adjective. It is also a mammoth tusk!
And then there were the Potter puns, the ones that didn't make it to the other blog:
What did the daily phophet say when bathilda bagshot got killed?
We're hag-rid!
Harry married the woman of his dreams. To him, she was genie weasley.
Nymphadora didn't want to be known by that name, hence at the end of the book,
she went Tinkerty Tonk!
You're on fire! You've got a bill-a-trix up your sleeve!
How did bill propose to fleur?
He just popped the usual ques- Veela marry me? :)
Why did dumbledore give the deluminator specifically to Ron Weasley?
Coz he knew he was the one who would ron away.
Rita Skeeter got her awesome anumagus abilities from her mom - she was a Ma Skeeter!
Mind you, a Ma Skeeter that bites, as opposed to the french one that goes "One for all and all
for one!" :)
Once ron and his wife were robbed. She lost all hermione!
Hehe that was really cute too! They were goblin all hermione, so sad for them na! In one fell stroke, all their silver came to Knut.
Bertie Bott a bit of butter.....
But it turned out to be a pumpkin pasty!
Would he be from Flourish and Botts?
Heh probably.. he bott it there, but in his flourri.. he picked up the wrong package!
Fred put George innto flour.
He was very flourish!
By George!! Percy put his older brother into cocoa, he made Charlie Brown.
Regulus put his brother down the chimney. He became sirius lee black :)
On second thoughts, after the chimney treatment, he could have even become the dark lord!!
And thus the riddle of how he changed his name to the dark lord is finally solved! :)
If Mrs Weasley was into metal, would she be called mollybdenum?
-Goodness! You deserve the O-scar for the best puns in foreign category :)
If you overdo it, you'll be oscar wild!
-There are more wild authors around than you can shake a speare at!
It be-wild-ers you, doesn't it?
-Indeed it does, gives me a lot of tenn(y)son!
You get the rowling trophy for best puns!
Ooh just for that, I give it right back to you! Wow lotsa prizes today - Rowling trophies and O-scars! We're on a rowl!!
I hate this mug world! We get mugged too :) We could fly at top speed, by just going 'broom!'
hehe indeed! And we quid ditch irregular buses and clicking conductors too, then!
Sigh! And if I ever go Accio broom in this muggle world, al I'd be likely to get is a tissue.
Yes, they'd either think you're mad, or you got a cold. Accio!!
Indeed.. that's what I meant! The sneeze :)) Speaking of which, Nadal's knees are very different from
Nadal's sneeze, no?
One of the blacks left the dark lord's services. He was irregulus :)
Grin grin! And he was condemned to recite irregular verbs in french for the rest of his life!
Did Charles Babbage ever manage to create a chip of the old block?
Fab! Only halfway perhaps.. so the whole thing was a major chip on his shoulder he carried for for the rest of his life.
How did the flintstones make ends meet?
The whole family chipped in!
--Ever seen some escalators and elevators in malls or airports?
We call 'em Schindler's Lift.
--Oh lovely!! Otis difficult to take rides in elevators in malls, they're so crowded. :(
--Hee, otis lovely! you lifter of spirits!! You're being o-tease, aren't you?
--Say, would a bartender be called a "lifter of spirits"?
--What would you call a plane that had a lot of passengers waking up after a looong journey?
--Umm, rip van winger maybe? :)
--No, a flight of stirs!
Monday, January 07, 2008
Missed Nadal
Crumbs! Couldn't go to watch the Chennai Open after all.
Fever. Cold. Beaucoup de travaille. More fever and cold.
And Nadal lost.
Sigh. What a way to start the year!
Fever. Cold. Beaucoup de travaille. More fever and cold.
And Nadal lost.
Sigh. What a way to start the year!
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Saawari-yawwwn!
And so the media blitzkrieg reached its screaming pinnacle over the Diwali weekend.
We saw the whole circus unfold over the last few months, the two big banners striving to out-do each other in every way, the stars of both films appearing on TV shows left, right and centre, news channels eating out of their hands for savvy sound-bytes and more.
So the day came when I popped off to watch Saawariya, what with all the positive buzz over its dreamy sets, the pair of likeable young stars, the formidable Sanjay Leela Bhansali with his penchant for intense, passionate cinema, the backdrop of a classic Dostoyevsky short story and a decent music score.Oh yes, the movie seemed promising alright!
And what of the movie itself?
Well, considering that my review started off on that note, it could only mean bad news ahead.
Hence we start with delectable shots of a Venice/St Petersburg-like Old Town, rather reminiscent of Moulin Rouge incidentally, panning onward to Rani Mukherjee, desperately trying to do the role of a golden-hearted prostitute yet again (and fervently wishing she was doing a song-and-dance number with SRK instead, I bet!)
And then we have the Young Man himself, a little larger than life, cavorting with the gang of prostitutes and making them smile and all that.. the jaadu ki jhappi thing happening full-on.
And aeons and many sugary dialogues and yawns from the audience later, the young lady finally makes her appearance.
I guess that was the first sign.
The original story has this painfully shy and serious young man, who happens to help her when she's being aggressively pursued by an unsavoury character, and then they become friends, and he inevitably falls in love with her, knowing full well that she's already spoken for. And it's all about him, the depth of his feelings, the lengths he goes to help the girl get a note across to her lover, his loneliness.
That's a powerful story, just has raw, believable emotion. But here, our young man is portrayed as an extrovert, a likeable do-gooder, a romantic character so "cute", it takes away the pathos and probably just makes audiences wonder why the girl doesn't get hitched to him. Or makes you wonder why he's running after her when he could just remain happy-go-lucky and move on and find other people. Or makes you wonder why you're still in the theatre watching it, when YOU could move on :-).
So amidst all the blue-green haze of dreamy song sequences and Bollywood-y costumes and rowing boats through canals and singing in the snow, and playing football with women of ill repute, we lose track of his loneliness, his shyness, the fact that he's a friendless stranger in a strange town.
And then on, the story is quite, quite pointless, considering that Bhansali botched up the characterization of the main protagonist.
There's far too much dwelling on the female protagonist, the lovely Sonam Kapoor is made to giggle and cry with a frequency that approaches alarming proportions. There's far too much dwelling on the expendable Rani Mukherjee character, really, it's ridiculous to give a narrator so much footage, it distracts one from the main story.
Salman Khan as the mysterious lover with kohl-lined eyes is a little awkward, but passable, he doesn't hog the limelight like the over-the-top Mukherjee does. The crabby landlady character played by the feisty Zohra Sehgal is decent though, the one shining point in the rambling narrative.
This is one movie I'd have so loved to root for, with all its impeccable credentials and promise. It would have been interesting to watch Ranbir Kapoor play the serious, brooding introvert living his life for those few moments of bliss, instead of a cutesy, cloyingly sweet, larger-than-life character.
It should have ended on a wistful, poignant note, it should have been a real tribute to Dostoyevsky.
Instead, it probably has the Russian master turning in his grave, and the audience wishing it had stayed peacefully indoors for its post-Diwali siesta.
We saw the whole circus unfold over the last few months, the two big banners striving to out-do each other in every way, the stars of both films appearing on TV shows left, right and centre, news channels eating out of their hands for savvy sound-bytes and more.
So the day came when I popped off to watch Saawariya, what with all the positive buzz over its dreamy sets, the pair of likeable young stars, the formidable Sanjay Leela Bhansali with his penchant for intense, passionate cinema, the backdrop of a classic Dostoyevsky short story and a decent music score.Oh yes, the movie seemed promising alright!
And what of the movie itself?
Well, considering that my review started off on that note, it could only mean bad news ahead.
Hence we start with delectable shots of a Venice/St Petersburg-like Old Town, rather reminiscent of Moulin Rouge incidentally, panning onward to Rani Mukherjee, desperately trying to do the role of a golden-hearted prostitute yet again (and fervently wishing she was doing a song-and-dance number with SRK instead, I bet!)
And then we have the Young Man himself, a little larger than life, cavorting with the gang of prostitutes and making them smile and all that.. the jaadu ki jhappi thing happening full-on.
And aeons and many sugary dialogues and yawns from the audience later, the young lady finally makes her appearance.
I guess that was the first sign.
The original story has this painfully shy and serious young man, who happens to help her when she's being aggressively pursued by an unsavoury character, and then they become friends, and he inevitably falls in love with her, knowing full well that she's already spoken for. And it's all about him, the depth of his feelings, the lengths he goes to help the girl get a note across to her lover, his loneliness.
That's a powerful story, just has raw, believable emotion. But here, our young man is portrayed as an extrovert, a likeable do-gooder, a romantic character so "cute", it takes away the pathos and probably just makes audiences wonder why the girl doesn't get hitched to him. Or makes you wonder why he's running after her when he could just remain happy-go-lucky and move on and find other people. Or makes you wonder why you're still in the theatre watching it, when YOU could move on :-).
So amidst all the blue-green haze of dreamy song sequences and Bollywood-y costumes and rowing boats through canals and singing in the snow, and playing football with women of ill repute, we lose track of his loneliness, his shyness, the fact that he's a friendless stranger in a strange town.
And then on, the story is quite, quite pointless, considering that Bhansali botched up the characterization of the main protagonist.
There's far too much dwelling on the female protagonist, the lovely Sonam Kapoor is made to giggle and cry with a frequency that approaches alarming proportions. There's far too much dwelling on the expendable Rani Mukherjee character, really, it's ridiculous to give a narrator so much footage, it distracts one from the main story.
Salman Khan as the mysterious lover with kohl-lined eyes is a little awkward, but passable, he doesn't hog the limelight like the over-the-top Mukherjee does. The crabby landlady character played by the feisty Zohra Sehgal is decent though, the one shining point in the rambling narrative.
This is one movie I'd have so loved to root for, with all its impeccable credentials and promise. It would have been interesting to watch Ranbir Kapoor play the serious, brooding introvert living his life for those few moments of bliss, instead of a cutesy, cloyingly sweet, larger-than-life character.
It should have ended on a wistful, poignant note, it should have been a real tribute to Dostoyevsky.
Instead, it probably has the Russian master turning in his grave, and the audience wishing it had stayed peacefully indoors for its post-Diwali siesta.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Rafa in India!
Hooorayyyyy!!!
Rafa's confirmed his participation in the Chennai Open, Jan 2008!
I hope he doesn't pull out with injuries or something, considering his knee has been giving him some trouble ever since the weeks preceding the US Open.
Now the empress needs to pull out all stops and do whatever it takes to get tickets to the event.
With the number of Rafa bulletins I post on this blog, maybe I should listen to the irrepressible Arthur Dent and rename this space to La maison de Nadal or something, heh.
In the meantime, a few gleeful war-whoops in the hope that Rafa does, indeed, vamos to India, wheeeeeee!!!!!
Rafa's confirmed his participation in the Chennai Open, Jan 2008!
I hope he doesn't pull out with injuries or something, considering his knee has been giving him some trouble ever since the weeks preceding the US Open.
Now the empress needs to pull out all stops and do whatever it takes to get tickets to the event.
With the number of Rafa bulletins I post on this blog, maybe I should listen to the irrepressible Arthur Dent and rename this space to La maison de Nadal or something, heh.
In the meantime, a few gleeful war-whoops in the hope that Rafa does, indeed, vamos to India, wheeeeeee!!!!!
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Of travails and the aftermath
It's been one of those testing times again.
Slaved it out day and night at work, managed to get it done before the deadline came whooshing in, and now I feel the after-effects of it all.
Strangely listless and worn-out, with an ever-increasing desire to go and fling something
sharp at the blundering gargoyle who calls himself my boss.
Some characters are so warped! The four or five of us involved in this assignment have been slogging it out and burning the midnight oil and sacrificing weekends, and my immediate boss (who's about as senior as the other four people I worked with) has been cooling his heels and not participating an inch, when infact, HIS superiors have been highly active.
And then I get a mail from him sometime in the middle of our mountain of work, asking me to shift to a different floor!
That's right, bang in the midst of an important chunk of work, what with the deadline hanging over our heads like the sword of Damocles.
And now, he kicks up a big fuss over my not having shifted yet, without even asking if we'd met the deadline or if there had been any challenges along the way. Dunderheaded coconut!!! Bumbling baboon! Bashi bazouk!! (Grateful thanks to Captain Haddock for such satisfying sobriquets.)
How do people like him get to be where they are?
So I had a pow-wow with the HR lady today, and I went to the extent of telling her that I thought my boss was extremely thick-headed, had a bad memory, was inefficient and disinterested!
I suppose I can get mighty blunt when I want to, especially when I know I've nothing to lose, what with the job scene being so positive and all.
I've been meaning to take a break from work, in any case, travel around a bit, and get back to a new job after a month of rejuvenation.
It will be fun to do something like that, troop in to work after a quick vacation, throw my resignation at the hippogriff's face, and just take off, like a free bird... a phoenix soaring into the skies, without a care in the world and a song in her heart.
Yes. That's just what I shall do. Experience rainbows and deep greens, waterfalls and azure seas, craggy mountains and mossy riverbanks, for they await.
Slaved it out day and night at work, managed to get it done before the deadline came whooshing in, and now I feel the after-effects of it all.
Strangely listless and worn-out, with an ever-increasing desire to go and fling something
sharp at the blundering gargoyle who calls himself my boss.
Some characters are so warped! The four or five of us involved in this assignment have been slogging it out and burning the midnight oil and sacrificing weekends, and my immediate boss (who's about as senior as the other four people I worked with) has been cooling his heels and not participating an inch, when infact, HIS superiors have been highly active.
And then I get a mail from him sometime in the middle of our mountain of work, asking me to shift to a different floor!
That's right, bang in the midst of an important chunk of work, what with the deadline hanging over our heads like the sword of Damocles.
And now, he kicks up a big fuss over my not having shifted yet, without even asking if we'd met the deadline or if there had been any challenges along the way. Dunderheaded coconut!!! Bumbling baboon! Bashi bazouk!! (Grateful thanks to Captain Haddock for such satisfying sobriquets.)
How do people like him get to be where they are?
So I had a pow-wow with the HR lady today, and I went to the extent of telling her that I thought my boss was extremely thick-headed, had a bad memory, was inefficient and disinterested!
I suppose I can get mighty blunt when I want to, especially when I know I've nothing to lose, what with the job scene being so positive and all.
I've been meaning to take a break from work, in any case, travel around a bit, and get back to a new job after a month of rejuvenation.
It will be fun to do something like that, troop in to work after a quick vacation, throw my resignation at the hippogriff's face, and just take off, like a free bird... a phoenix soaring into the skies, without a care in the world and a song in her heart.
Yes. That's just what I shall do. Experience rainbows and deep greens, waterfalls and azure seas, craggy mountains and mossy riverbanks, for they await.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Nadal's knee...
Feeling really bad over Nadal's injury, I was so looking forward to another fabulous semi-final showdown featuring Federer/Nadal/Djokovic/Davydenko at the US Open. Sniff.
Here's to the gritty champion, for having managed to eke out a victory in the first round despite that excrutiatingly painful knee injury.
Here's the full story.
Rafa rules!
Here's to the gritty champion, for having managed to eke out a victory in the first round despite that excrutiatingly painful knee injury.
Here's the full story.
Rafa rules!
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Just Pottering around...
I've just GOT to share this conversation I had with a friend recently..he is absolutely brilliant at jeu de mots, carries them off with such 'pun'ache!
It was lovely to run into someone else in this vast universe who is as helplessly addicted to punning as I am...(May our tribe increase!)
And so, fellow potterers, without further ado, here's the transcript of that whacky conversation:
http://dhatteriki.blogspot.com/2007/08/deathly-hellos.html
It was lovely to run into someone else in this vast universe who is as helplessly addicted to punning as I am...(May our tribe increase!)
And so, fellow potterers, without further ado, here's the transcript of that whacky conversation:
http://dhatteriki.blogspot.com/2007/08/deathly-hellos.html
Monday, August 13, 2007
While we're on tennis..
Came across this gem recently:
Q: Why is a tennis game a noisy game?
A; Because each player raises a racket.
La Sharapova would like that.
In other news, Novak Djokovic wins the Montreal Masters! Quite a feat, that, defeating the World No. 3, No. 2 and No. 1, on the way to victory. Tennis has been absolutely delectable this year, now if only STAR or someone else would come up with an exclusive tennis channel.
But no, I guess that sort of star treatment is only reserved for cricket, eh?
Q: Why is a tennis game a noisy game?
A; Because each player raises a racket.
La Sharapova would like that.
In other news, Novak Djokovic wins the Montreal Masters! Quite a feat, that, defeating the World No. 3, No. 2 and No. 1, on the way to victory. Tennis has been absolutely delectable this year, now if only STAR or someone else would come up with an exclusive tennis channel.
But no, I guess that sort of star treatment is only reserved for cricket, eh?
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Vamos, Rafa-aaah!
Yes! It's tennis season again!
The muscular man from Mallorca is in fine form, at the Masters in Montreal.
Looking forward to yet another epic showdown between Nadal and Federer, in the run-up to the US Open later this month.
Now I just hope Star Sports/TEN Sports/ESPN air the matches properly, instead of obsessing over cricket, as they normally do. Hmph.
The muscular man from Mallorca is in fine form, at the Masters in Montreal.
Looking forward to yet another epic showdown between Nadal and Federer, in the run-up to the US Open later this month.
Now I just hope Star Sports/TEN Sports/ESPN air the matches properly, instead of obsessing over cricket, as they normally do. Hmph.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Language woes
My new firm seems to take its Indian-ness rather too seriously! While I love Indian languages (and all languages in general), this whole closed-clan, "us-them" syndrome is beginning to annoy me like the dickens. It's bad enough when we're party to it at social occasions, but now I realize it has crept into the boardroom as well.
This must have been around for ages, but I was lucky to have escaped it all these years, at my previous workplace.
Here, I've been shocked to note that no-one thinks twice before starting off in their own languages even during business meetings and technical discussions. They just don't seem to care that there are participants who are completely out of the loop just because they don't speak the same regional language. This also seems to subtly reinforce the whole partisan attitude that most of us suffer from.
There's so much hypocrisy involved here; on the one hand, they like to brand themselves as multi-cultural, global organizations with an Indian core, on the other hand, they do not seem to possess that united Indian core, when they start off in their personal languages.
I even noticed this amongst some of the top executives, at business meetings with international clients!
Of course, it's not a purely Indian problem.. of course we know that the Chinese, Koreans, Japanese, French, Polish, Russian and many other countries do it too. BUT the key difference is that every Frenchman knows French, every Russian knows Russian, and so on, but in India, every Indian doesn't know Kannada, or Marathi or whatever.
There's a reason why we have an official language, even if it's colonial and non-Indian.
And in any case, the single biggest factor for India being the IT hub and all of that is Indian proficiency in English, there's no getting away from that.
So on the one hand, we tout ourselves as global people with excellent English, and at the same time, we don't bother to conform to it at our own meetings and discussions.
I really wonder why there's so much clannishness really? Does it arise out of a deep-rooted feeling of insecurity somehow?
Are we so happy being big fish in small ponds, that we'd rather exclude everyone who'd bring in enough diversity to transform that pond into an ocean?
Are we so insecure that we need to resort to such small-minded techniques to maintain our exclusivity or superiority, sacrificing basic etiquette on the altar of a warped sense of unity?
I'm truly proud of our diverse culture and our languages, and I'm really glad that there are enough people left in this country to care about their roots and their own particular cultures, so that our rich heritage doesn't die out.
But I wish we'd also be open-minded enough about other cultures, undertand the concept of India as a nation (no North-South divide, no regional biases), and develop a sense of inclusion - especially on the professional front.
And I wouldn't have to smile vaguely or tune out of workplace conversations ever again.
This must have been around for ages, but I was lucky to have escaped it all these years, at my previous workplace.
Here, I've been shocked to note that no-one thinks twice before starting off in their own languages even during business meetings and technical discussions. They just don't seem to care that there are participants who are completely out of the loop just because they don't speak the same regional language. This also seems to subtly reinforce the whole partisan attitude that most of us suffer from.
There's so much hypocrisy involved here; on the one hand, they like to brand themselves as multi-cultural, global organizations with an Indian core, on the other hand, they do not seem to possess that united Indian core, when they start off in their personal languages.
I even noticed this amongst some of the top executives, at business meetings with international clients!
Of course, it's not a purely Indian problem.. of course we know that the Chinese, Koreans, Japanese, French, Polish, Russian and many other countries do it too. BUT the key difference is that every Frenchman knows French, every Russian knows Russian, and so on, but in India, every Indian doesn't know Kannada, or Marathi or whatever.
There's a reason why we have an official language, even if it's colonial and non-Indian.
And in any case, the single biggest factor for India being the IT hub and all of that is Indian proficiency in English, there's no getting away from that.
So on the one hand, we tout ourselves as global people with excellent English, and at the same time, we don't bother to conform to it at our own meetings and discussions.
I really wonder why there's so much clannishness really? Does it arise out of a deep-rooted feeling of insecurity somehow?
Are we so happy being big fish in small ponds, that we'd rather exclude everyone who'd bring in enough diversity to transform that pond into an ocean?
Are we so insecure that we need to resort to such small-minded techniques to maintain our exclusivity or superiority, sacrificing basic etiquette on the altar of a warped sense of unity?
I'm truly proud of our diverse culture and our languages, and I'm really glad that there are enough people left in this country to care about their roots and their own particular cultures, so that our rich heritage doesn't die out.
But I wish we'd also be open-minded enough about other cultures, undertand the concept of India as a nation (no North-South divide, no regional biases), and develop a sense of inclusion - especially on the professional front.
And I wouldn't have to smile vaguely or tune out of workplace conversations ever again.
Friday, December 29, 2006
an old gem
From Calvin & Hobbes...
"There's never enough time to do all the nothing you want."
Just how I felt when my notice period/vacation abruptly ended and I had to go join
the new place, sigh!
The transition from the blissful state of inertia of rest to inertia of motion can be (and is) pretty painful! Especially if one arrives at the new place when it's a buzzing bee-hive of frenetic activity..almost took me back to my old start-up days.
But these first few days have been good.. let's see what the new year brings!
On that note, gentle reader, here's wishing you a happy, fulfilling and healthy new year :-).
"There's never enough time to do all the nothing you want."
Just how I felt when my notice period/vacation abruptly ended and I had to go join
the new place, sigh!
The transition from the blissful state of inertia of rest to inertia of motion can be (and is) pretty painful! Especially if one arrives at the new place when it's a buzzing bee-hive of frenetic activity..almost took me back to my old start-up days.
But these first few days have been good.. let's see what the new year brings!
On that note, gentle reader, here's wishing you a happy, fulfilling and healthy new year :-).
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
can't resist posting this...
Q. Why did the chicken cross the road?
A. To get to the other side.
Q. Why did ______ cross right back??
A. Coz he was a double-crossing chicken!
Aaah, nothin' like a weeeeee bit of hiss-n-spit at times ;o)
A. To get to the other side.
Q. Why did ______ cross right back??
A. Coz he was a double-crossing chicken!
Aaah, nothin' like a weeeeee bit of hiss-n-spit at times ;o)
Monday, December 04, 2006
back again!
Finally trying to get rid of my inactivity here, I hope I manage to keep it going this time round!
Anyway, writing is supposed to be a cathartic process, and if anyone was ever in dire need of a cathartic process, c'est moi, at this juncture of Life!
As always, I wonder whether to keep this blog semi-autobiographical, or to generally toy around with abstract ideas that stem from the series of strange events that have been occurring in my hitherto placid life.
2006 has been quite a scorcher, in the final analysis, THE year of change: pretty sharp ups and downs really, if one were to plot a graph. Plenty of professional changes, some good, some bad,
and, hordes of stuff to stir up my personal life too! And this was one year where the first half was radically different from the second half, in every way. Almost makes me believe in phenomena like planetary influences and the like.
Ended up making a few new friends, lost a few new friends, recently lost a *really* good longterm old pal, errr, make that two, actually, went through the motions of a proper break-up of an on-again-off-again relationship, caught up with my reading and got re-addicted to the Hindu crossword, had lots of great moments with family, watched loads of movies, put on a few kilos (sigh!) , the list goes on!
And even as I take a look at what I've written, it suddenly seems so commonplace, this is just the sort of stuff that happens with most people. C'est la vie. I guess it just feels a little odd to me right now, because there hasn't really been much happening before this year... I was always in a warm, fuzzy comfort zone, a benign state of inertia, in every sphere of my life. Sorta like the good old Empress of Blandings, if you will. (Ooh, I wonder if Lord E. would be aghast at my describing the lodestar of his life as "good old" ;-). )
Like I said, maybe I should blame it all on (or, depending on the event, thank) dem busy planets :-).
There's still nearly one whole month before this year draws to a close, so watch this space for further updates!
Anyway, writing is supposed to be a cathartic process, and if anyone was ever in dire need of a cathartic process, c'est moi, at this juncture of Life!
As always, I wonder whether to keep this blog semi-autobiographical, or to generally toy around with abstract ideas that stem from the series of strange events that have been occurring in my hitherto placid life.
2006 has been quite a scorcher, in the final analysis, THE year of change: pretty sharp ups and downs really, if one were to plot a graph. Plenty of professional changes, some good, some bad,
and, hordes of stuff to stir up my personal life too! And this was one year where the first half was radically different from the second half, in every way. Almost makes me believe in phenomena like planetary influences and the like.
Ended up making a few new friends, lost a few new friends, recently lost a *really* good longterm old pal, errr, make that two, actually, went through the motions of a proper break-up of an on-again-off-again relationship, caught up with my reading and got re-addicted to the Hindu crossword, had lots of great moments with family, watched loads of movies, put on a few kilos (sigh!) , the list goes on!
And even as I take a look at what I've written, it suddenly seems so commonplace, this is just the sort of stuff that happens with most people. C'est la vie. I guess it just feels a little odd to me right now, because there hasn't really been much happening before this year... I was always in a warm, fuzzy comfort zone, a benign state of inertia, in every sphere of my life. Sorta like the good old Empress of Blandings, if you will. (Ooh, I wonder if Lord E. would be aghast at my describing the lodestar of his life as "good old" ;-). )
Like I said, maybe I should blame it all on (or, depending on the event, thank) dem busy planets :-).
There's still nearly one whole month before this year draws to a close, so watch this space for further updates!
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Nomenclature rant, again.
Just wondering..
If people refer to "books written by young women for young women" by the rather disparaging term "chick lit", why do we not have a name for those written by young men for young men? Those of the Chetan Bhagat genre, for example?
Drone Tome, anyone? Or maybe, "d**k lit" ?? Hah.
Yeah, sometimes the feminist in me just erupts, and I bristle in annoyance over demeaning terms like the above, and also over the fact that the term "woman" is still often used as a qualifier or adjective... such as woman doctor, woman entrepreneur, woman lawyer, woman writer etc. This subtly gives a message to the subconscious mind that these are rarities or aberrations, and therefore not to be taken quite as seriously as they should be.
Darn it!!
One would think we're still living in the 19th century :-(.
If people refer to "books written by young women for young women" by the rather disparaging term "chick lit", why do we not have a name for those written by young men for young men? Those of the Chetan Bhagat genre, for example?
Drone Tome, anyone? Or maybe, "d**k lit" ?? Hah.
Yeah, sometimes the feminist in me just erupts, and I bristle in annoyance over demeaning terms like the above, and also over the fact that the term "woman" is still often used as a qualifier or adjective... such as woman doctor, woman entrepreneur, woman lawyer, woman writer etc. This subtly gives a message to the subconscious mind that these are rarities or aberrations, and therefore not to be taken quite as seriously as they should be.
Darn it!!
One would think we're still living in the 19th century :-(.
Friday, April 14, 2006
murphy at work again, sigh!
Hmmm, looks like I attracted Mr Murphy with that last post of mine...
(Murphy's thought process on reading it : WHat?!! She has the flu and she's still so full of joie de
whatever?? I must be losing my touch.... I need to work on this some.)
They don't call it Murphy's Law for nothin'.
And so we had a rather disturbing March, and a not-so-great April!!
To paraphrase Plum rather clumsily (am just too grumpy to think of anything original right now), it's like Life handed me strawberries on a silver platter, and one of 'em jumped up and socked me in the eye :-p.
Hmm, on second thoughts, that's a tad too despondent... I don't think I could ever be *that* grumpy!
so how abt...
(apologies to Plum again!) .. Though one couldn't quite call her disgruntled, she was far from being gruntled.
Ah yess.. I think that's about right.
Of course, the silver lining is that I finally posted *something* on this dormant blog of mine...
even if it just turned out to be a vague rant and some awful Plum-plagiarising!
(Oooh thats thrice I used the word "Plum" in this post... we're reeeeally plum-bing the depths today, are we not??!)
(Murphy's thought process on reading it : WHat?!! She has the flu and she's still so full of joie de
whatever?? I must be losing my touch.... I need to work on this some.)
They don't call it Murphy's Law for nothin'.
And so we had a rather disturbing March, and a not-so-great April!!
To paraphrase Plum rather clumsily (am just too grumpy to think of anything original right now), it's like Life handed me strawberries on a silver platter, and one of 'em jumped up and socked me in the eye :-p.
Hmm, on second thoughts, that's a tad too despondent... I don't think I could ever be *that* grumpy!
so how abt...
(apologies to Plum again!) .. Though one couldn't quite call her disgruntled, she was far from being gruntled.
Ah yess.. I think that's about right.
Of course, the silver lining is that I finally posted *something* on this dormant blog of mine...
even if it just turned out to be a vague rant and some awful Plum-plagiarising!
(Oooh thats thrice I used the word "Plum" in this post... we're reeeeally plum-bing the depths today, are we not??!)
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
of germs and antibiotics and a little bit more
sniff sniff... sick for the sixth straight day in a row...
Nasty bout of viral fever doing the rounds in B'lore, and needless to say,
I succumbed without putting up a fight.
Despite feeling half-doped and disoriented most of the time, (thanks to those germs and antibiotics determinedly putting up some high-spirited performances inside of me)
I find that this time round, my joie de vivre
has, curiously, remained fairly well above the Plimsoll mark...
La vie est belle , but ours not to reason why.. atleast for the nonce..
ours just to drift along (and try n give dem germs the old heave-ho, if poss.)
Nasty bout of viral fever doing the rounds in B'lore, and needless to say,
I succumbed without putting up a fight.
Despite feeling half-doped and disoriented most of the time, (thanks to those germs and antibiotics determinedly putting up some high-spirited performances inside of me)
I find that this time round, my joie de vivre
has, curiously, remained fairly well above the Plimsoll mark...
La vie est belle , but ours not to reason why.. atleast for the nonce..
ours just to drift along (and try n give dem germs the old heave-ho, if poss.)
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