Achy Breaky Legs

I didn’t take the lift today.

I climbed up the 13 floors of the TCS Pioneer building.

Not once, not twice. But thrice.
Once during lunch.
Once during tea.
And once after everybody had gone home, just to see if I could do it alone.

Felt like my legs were dissolving under me. Must have been the lactic acid.

V-Day Plan

V Is For Vendetta On V Day.

V Vill, V Vill, Vock U

Commit to memory,
Commit to memory,
This fourteenth of Februrary,

(Now to go and find one of those masks and a cape. Wonder if Natalie Portman would join me?)

A bomb went off in Pune yesterday. People died, and I find V-day a bigger issue. Inconsiderate, cold-hearted jackass, I self-admonish.

So, a recap on last year. There were many hits, many misses, and I’m wiser and stronger than I was last year. I’m also convinced I’ve not grown up all that much. Probably never will.

Pictures are cooler looking than words. So, instead of winding you up with a long-winded monologue, I thought this would explain what happened last year more appropriately.

In case you're wondering what's on that CD, it isn't the Akon and the Chipmunks album 'Lonely'. It really really isn't.

Valentines Day is probably a strong reminder to re-think your approach to relationships, try gain some clarity on what it means to be single/engaged/married/swinging and yourself.

Either way, make the most of it. It’s just another day. Except it comes with candy hearts and greeting cards.

Update: A friend of mine got married two days before V-day. Congratulations to her.

Two Much Chat From The Chat Shop

I has been aloo-tikkied tonight and thinks me will be starched over in the morning.

Also, I think I’ve been taking too much advice from Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta:

I really like that song. Is it fashionable to dislike her music?

Maybe it’s those da-du-doo-ummm beats that get me each time.

Have a great Sunday, everybody.

Training – first phase wraps up next week. Question Marks loom ahead.

Where I Sleep At Bidadi

What does this say about me?

My Side Of The Story: In Bubblegum Pink

All What-her-ed Down

This little deviation from the usual brought to you by the randomly-strung-group-of-words that was my status message then:

All what-her-ed down,

That’s me,

And yes, my eyes are chocolate brown,

As is the skin furrowed by my frown,

If I were king, I’d probably look silly wearing that crown,

Probably a little less sillier than being a clown, (at a child’s birthday party – )

I would have my fair maidens feed me sweet sweet grapes,

As I sipped from a goblet, and I’d be in a few minutes,

All what-her-ed down.

It’s been quite a week. I managed to stay at Bidadi for nearly a whole week without spiriting (no, not sprinting) back home. Yesterday I had to come home and learn a bit of SQL. And it proved to be well worth it. I learnt quite a bit (something about SQL JOINs being really cool as opposed to SELECTs from multiple tables,) and stayed up quite late into the night in the process (4:30 AM). I had to be up by 6:00 to leave for Bidadi before the city woke up. I woke up at 7 AM and found myself disJOINted and groggier than ever. And this continued through the day.

Could hardly connect with Objects today in class. Wasn’t I certified for being able to do a little bit of that? Planning to finsh that up during the weekend. Also somebody’s going to be a lot poorer this weekend. And I know it’s going to be me. Goodbyes will be said, people will break bread, and talk of the dead, all to mark the end of another era and the beginning of something new.

And yes, this week also marked the twenty-second incident of the earth going around the sun since when I was considered existent enough to be called ‘cute’.

Of course, a lot has changed now.

I’ve always held silly contrarian views on birthdays. I’m beginning to like them now.

To all those who checked in: Thank you. To all those who didn’t, I’ll look you up on facebrook.

Was On The Phone One Day When…

I noticed it:

Yes, this is what I noticed.

Sunset at Bidadi

Took this on the my very first day at work. We had just come out the building where we’re being trained, and I just had to take a picture of something to remember the occasion by.

The sun seems to be current favourite subject of my photographs anyway.

It's Another Tequila Sunrise

Took this from the balcony of our hotel room in Pondicherry in December of last year.

We stayed at the Aurobindo Ashram Guest house.

Call us lucky to have snagged this room.

You see, my father knew a guy, his brother knew a guy…

Morality And Morons

Checking back with Facebook after a gap of two weeks, I found this discussion on “morality coming from morons”. Oddly, this is the only one I could actually think of responding to.

The discussion was centered around a joke:

“If electrcity comes from electrons, then doesn’t morality come from morons.”

My response:

If current is taken to move in a direction conventionally opposite to the direction of motion of electrons, you can apply the same analogy to the motion of morons, to deduce that morons moving away from morality leads to moronism.

So, it is the direction you choose to take, and not the effect of a label you have been tagged with.

It’s not about being a moron. It’s about taking the same direction as another moron moving away from morality that makes you a moron.

Ah, wordplay sucks.

Think I wasn’t really making a point there? Neither did I.

More Spam

Ah, Ms. Jolie, we have been awaiting your presence in our midst.

Say what you want about spammy bots. They’re hard workers.