tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5846602866415077522024-02-06T19:03:10.581-08:00Sundry for all and sundry......I think it is something which has been dried in sun ;)Chhayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225807392172644748noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584660286641507752.post-37991225162243561302021-11-02T23:51:00.000-07:002021-11-02T23:51:01.431-07:00Gulzar...<p> ke din jadon ke hain,</p><p>khidki khuli hai,</p><p>dhoop andar aa rahi hai.</p>Chhayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225807392172644748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584660286641507752.post-4040320619585859272020-12-17T00:23:00.000-08:002020-12-17T00:23:11.245-08:00Wear designer saris, do social service and just chill<p> I have an uncle, an influential and powerful man, who likes to give me life advice. The last time I talked to him, he said - " What are you doing killing yourself working hard at a corporate job, running marathons and living away from your family in some other country..." meaning well for me, he continued "...When you can be home, marry a bureaucrat, wear designer saris, do social service and just chill." <br /><br />Quite honestly, I was rather pissed when he said that to me. But today is one of those days that's making me question it all. Why did I come here to go to grad school and spend all my life's savings on it. The answer was very clear to me then. I wanted a larger playing field, more options to see where I can grow and become better. I had that wide eyed optimism and perhaps some degree of romanticism about the endless opportunities and great people I will get to work with. And that probably the reason that I threw myself into my work with all the honesty and earnestness I had - living and working in three countries and four cities over six years. These years have shaped me to become the person that I am today - definitely a more mature and wiser person, perhaps better at my job than I was before. I think the most rewarding part has been knowing the people that I have worked with - how some of them were kind and looking out for me even when they didn't have to. </p><p>However, I never anticipated the extent of loneliness this whole experience would come with. How there will be a cost to speaking my mind and the truth as I see it. How my opinions, my suitability for the job I have and sometimes my very presence in a conversation will be questioned at times. What will make it seem more unfair is that a man saying the same thing I said with more confidence and less accuracy will be accepted unquestioningly without resistance. How after more than 6 years of honest work at one job and 13 years in the industry, I will be sitting here thinking if just heeding my uncle's advice would have been a wiser decision. "Wear designer saris, do social service and just chill" - that does seem like a fun way to live life.</p>Chhayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225807392172644748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584660286641507752.post-6897079054883941892020-08-02T14:56:00.001-07:002020-08-02T14:56:22.528-07:00Fashion rules: Combat boots<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I have always been a fan of combat boots for the comfort and edge they bring to any outfit. They are cute but the usual mid shin length makes them a little bit tricky to pair with pants and skirts of different lengths. So here are my rules of combat boots -</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">DO's -</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Pair with skiny jeans or any trousers that can be folded to hit right above where the boot starts</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Pair with shorts and fun tops for that boho music festival look</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Pair with maxi or midi dressed to add edge to your feminine look</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Pait with short dressed that end well above the knee</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">DON'Ts -</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">The only don't I have is to not pair them with any dress or skirt or trouser that hits the knee because then you will be segmenting your leg at two different points and confusing the visual elongation of your legs.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div>
Chhayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225807392172644748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584660286641507752.post-12082882199316758772019-02-17T14:02:00.000-08:002019-02-17T14:02:22.917-08:00Refusing to use words does not erase history<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I was recently having a chat with friends who were extremely upset about the word 'slave' being used for some computing machines, like master-slave in database replication where the changes made to the master copy are always replicated to the slave copy or in batch operations where a fleet of machines picks up compute jobs from a job queue and executes them. This got me thinking as to what is wrong with using the word 'slave' to refer to machines instead of 'worker'. The word slave implies a lack of agency and volition in choosing one's actions and the recipient of the benefits of these actions while the word worker implies a certain amount of freedom of choice in what the worker chooses to do and also includes the idea if fair remuneration for said work. Given these definition, calling a compute node a 'slave' is the right usage.<br />
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Now, if the word also reminds us of a historical period where a group of human beings treated another group inhumanely, and makes us uncomfortable then refusing the use the word won't make history go away. If a word makes you uncomfortable, may be you should introspect and work on yourself so that it doesn't.</div>
Chhayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225807392172644748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584660286641507752.post-91198058368049536302018-10-28T14:31:00.003-07:002018-12-04T08:21:46.688-08:00.....don't let anyone tell you otherwise<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This is a line I have heard from guys and it always makes me want to scoff and roll my eyes so hard that he would see my eyeballs disappear into the top of my eyelids and come back up from the bottom, like a rising sun, but faster. Now, before you label me a cynic or a bitter bitch or whatever choice of words you prefer, I am not saying that the words ".....don't let anyone tell you otherwise" are bad per say. They can sound really good coming from say your father, a close friend that you just opened up to about your insecurities or even from an old lady that you are buying pastries from. The point is that these people have some basis for taking on the comforting-judge-of-my-personality role either because I asked them to or because they have the experience and the skill to deliver this line in a way that it actually feels good.<br />
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Now let's come back to the guys I am talking about. Telling me - "You are really fun to talk to and never let anyone tell you otherwise." at a party. Really?? I mean that's really what I needed to hear listening to you talk about what exercises you do to target which parts of your body followed by an actual demonstration of hand-stand-push-ups.<br />
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Or some middle aged guy I mistakenly made eye contact with at an airport bar. I was just being polite and not looking for reassurance on my looks - "You are very pretty. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." Ahh...the hidden arrogance of it!! The arrogant assumption that you have the uncanny ability to notice my hard-to-notice prettiness which other will obviously miss and I should not let that get to me till the point I run into the next connoisseur of my prettiness such as yourself.</div>
Chhayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225807392172644748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584660286641507752.post-89317239677473652752017-05-27T23:15:00.001-07:002018-02-01T13:30:53.647-08:00What is love - 1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I don't why but I have found myself pondering this question lately. Today on a phone call, my friend said - "I love you and I will not judge you no matter what you do." and I thought perhaps that's love. Earlier this morning, I talked to a friend and she said - "Love is wanting the happiness of the loved one and constantly striving to keep them happy." When I think about some people in my life that I am sure about I love, I think that love is wanting their well being no matter what. When they mess up, I do judge them but I never stop wishing them well. I don't know how long-lasting love is but I did feel a pang of pain in my heart when I heard that my uncle who I have not talked to in perhaps 10 years was going through a lot of sadness. I was raring to hear that he is his happy jolly self again which made me wonder if it was love I felt for him or attachment to an image of a loving-happy-jolly uncle that I have preserved in my mind for many years.<br />
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So, the only thing that I am sure of is that when you love someone, you wish them well. The intensities and ways of doing it may differ but the basic intention remains the same.<br />
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To be continued...</div>
Chhayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225807392172644748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584660286641507752.post-41618774604841414302017-03-19T14:49:00.002-07:002018-02-01T13:31:37.051-08:00Ex-Machina and sexism<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I remember the movie Ex-Machina and how it depicted a guy's fantasy woman being created into a very lifelike robot. She was capable of feeling emotions, feelings, and physical pleasure. So I asked a guy if he would date a woman like that. He would know that she is man-made but won't be able to tell in any other way and he said, "Yes". I was a little surprised because the answer was a very loud and clear no for me if I were ever asked the question.<br />
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This got me thinking why when it came to emulating what we desire sexually and romantically as a machine, the natural choice for the movie makers was a woman. This is what makes me think that the objectification of women is deeper than the 'result of years of brainwashing by advertising'. Maybe when men think about what they desire, it's just a combination of a set of attributes and responses. As long as it's strictly in the desire realm, it's an object that they are desiring. If I could get inside the mind of a guy who is the average of the mind of all guys on earth, in a moment when it's at the peak of sexual desire, I would like to check what's being perceived as the cause of this desire and how much humanity is attributed to it. Maybe it's worthwhile to do the same for women too. and not just the average, we would also want the whole range and the standard deviation too. But I think there is a fundamental difference between how we think about what./who we desire. </div>
Chhayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225807392172644748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584660286641507752.post-43685214243964584382016-05-05T21:19:00.000-07:002016-05-05T21:19:12.651-07:00Love and power<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
"It's all about power. And love is the opposite of power. That's why we fear love so much.", said Karla to Lin in Shantaram....and I don't quite agree.</div>
Chhayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225807392172644748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584660286641507752.post-4640939496026779182016-03-28T16:28:00.001-07:002016-03-28T16:28:28.240-07:00What did it not say<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We just had an all-hands where the VP of our organization mentioned one of the things that have helped him a lot. He said that when reading a contract, pay attention to what is said but pay more attention to what is not said. Because what is said is largely written up to cover what is not said.<br />
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That's a good litmus test for life situations. I think one in a while, it's a good idea to think about what's not said. Now, in a normal context, that would mean a wild goose chase because what is no said comprises the universal set and you need some filtering to really make any sense out of it. So, when dealing with people in personal or professional contexts, think about the big concerns you have about them and then see what's being said in your interactions and if all your concerns are being addressed. If the other person has been evasive about something that concerns you, may be it's time to have a conversation about it. Go in for the conversation with a quiet mind and a good ear to listen well,</div>
Chhayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225807392172644748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584660286641507752.post-39737369213785715182015-12-17T23:30:00.000-08:002015-12-17T23:30:16.206-08:00Of kindness and courage<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There are certain things I have come to realize over the past few months I have spent at home. First, it's difficult to care and love. It takes effort but if you can do that it makes you happy and improves your life. So, even when everything around seems hazy and uncertain, if you can have good intentions and keep doing things, you will be fine. Just believe in yourself and that you are capable of loving and worthy of love and connection. As Gary Zukav says in his book, it's not possible for anything in the universe to be unloved and unconnected. This also reminds me of what Cinderella's mom says to her in the Disney movie on her death bed - be kind and courageous. And the first step is to start with being kind to yourself.</div>
Chhayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225807392172644748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584660286641507752.post-69274109707043157962015-08-27T03:46:00.001-07:002015-08-27T03:46:42.645-07:00Pause and observe<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The last I appeared here, I was planning a party and cooking meals for 20-30 people. It was a good time. It was a good time. I loved my work, was really making progress with my running (6 miles a day....not bad....ehhh) and had good friends. I was also starting to realize things about myself. What makes me happy, what are my insecurities and complexes and so on. Then, in the month of July, it all came to a break and I had to shift base for reasons outside my control. I have a hypothesis that when I refuse to learn a lesson that life tries to teach me the first time, I get another opportunity to learn it again.<br />
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Last year during the summer, I was frustrated because I couldn't join work for a long time. I didn't focus on the beautiful city around me. So, this year I had to take a break from work and move back home. I guess this is the opportunity to learn myself and try to become what I have always aspired for. There are small things that I always aspired for but never really did them because I was lazy. Now is the perfect opportunity to get those straight.<br />
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I also will be making travel plans for when I go back. The plan is to go backpacking through Europe. Yaay!</div>
Chhayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225807392172644748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584660286641507752.post-29601613944119216362015-02-23T12:34:00.001-08:002015-02-23T12:34:48.388-08:00Men vs Women as party guests<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Before I start writing the blogpost, I just want to send out the disclaimer that I am not a big fan of the Sheryl Sandberg school of Lean-In feminism. I do believe that women don't need to start behaving like men to make a mark for themselves. Or may be they do. May be all SS says is that IF you want to break the glass ceiling, watch out for these things that might be keeping you from attaining your goals. No matter, what the suggestion course of action for women is, I do believe that there is a marked difference in the way men and women perceive the world around them. No I am going in the broad sweeping generalization territory but men seem to come from a position of entitlement in most situations.<br />
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Now, coming back to the real point. I recently had a party and invited a bunch of my friends- men and women. It was a pretty homogeneous mix of MBA graduates working for big firms in their late twenties or early thirties. Most of them had were related to me by a shared workplace or grad school. So, I send out this invite announcing that I will be cooking. I heard from most women I invited asking whether I need any help from them. I heard from very few men and the only thing they asked about was whether I will have the live streaming for India vs South Africa world cup cricket match. You see the difference. Women felt grateful that someone was going to spend a day preparing for a party for them. Men took it as a given and wanted to know if they can enjoy the match or not. I do understand that men are more ardent fans of sports. But these guys didn't suggest the TV streaming as a solution they can help with. They didn't ask whether I would have a TV that accepted HDMI inputs. They just wanted to know if they can watch their match or why else would they waste their time. I know I am being a little harsh here but if you boil the reality to bare bones, harsh is what it sounds like.</div>
Chhayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225807392172644748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584660286641507752.post-26264964011125182422014-12-22T15:24:00.001-08:002014-12-22T15:24:14.912-08:00Some action after long<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Well, my work life and my personal life has been eventful this past year and I feel that I need to re-kindle my blog to share some awesome experiences from the beautiful city of Seattle. I will be doing an audit of the year 2014.<br />
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For now, I just want to rave about how much awesome food the city has got to offer. Am I loving it.....hell yeah!!</div>
Chhayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225807392172644748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584660286641507752.post-87946140625317315552014-07-20T23:49:00.001-07:002018-02-01T13:11:29.845-08:00New characters who are here to stay<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It's been long since I made a post about people I hang out a lot with me. I have moved to a new city and have settled down in a building with two of my classmates residing in the same building. As is understandable, proximity and boredom throw us together pretty often in the sit-comishly comic yet mundane continuum of our lives. There is a couple and an on-the-hunt bachelor and all four of us have very strong views on small and big things in life. This leads to a lot of funny and wise exchanges which, at times, leave me wondering how interesting things can come out of the most uninteresting things. What keeps us going is a good amount of respect (which I find highly suspect at times) and a good amount of tolerance for each others' foibles.</div>
Chhayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225807392172644748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584660286641507752.post-14990493961939569102014-07-01T10:38:00.000-07:002014-07-01T11:06:50.160-07:00Now I know why I don't like the too nice ones<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I just recently read <a href="http://mic.com/articles/92479/psychologists-have-uncovered-a-troubling-feature-of-people-who-seem-too-nice?utm_source=policymicFB&utm_medium=main&utm_campaign=social">this</a> article and was happily relieved because it helped me realize what is it that bugs me about the too happy people. I have always found that people who are too nice also have this streak of complying and falling in which used to get on my nerves because I can always sense it but never quite put my ginger on it. It is an extension of the Milgram experiment which went on and looked at the people who were willing to shock others when told to do so.<br />
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Here is what the researchers found-<br />
<i>People who were normally friendly followed orders because
they didn't want to upset others, while those who were described as unfriendly
stuck up for themselves.</i><br />
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<i>"The irony is that a personality disposition normally
seen as antisocial — disagreeableness — may actually be linked to 'pro-social'
behavior,'" writes Psychology Today's Kenneth Worthy. "This
connection seems to arise from a willingness to sacrifice one's popularity a
bit to act in a moral and just way toward other people, animals or the
environment at large. Popularity, in the end, may be more a sign of social
graces and perhaps a desire to fit in than any kind of moral superiority."</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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I am in the beautiful city of Seattle and have a lot of time at hand. I have had my fill of furniture shopping and decorating the place and hanging out with MBAs. I don't want to discuss any more MBA-y topics like how is the new phone going to pan out in the market or how is Google in a unique position or how Microsoft can do certain things better. I am done with thoughts and sharing them. What I need now is action and the company of interesting people who do fun things.<br />
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Before, you make a snap judgment that I am another girl whining about life....let me tell you that I have taken concrete steps to help my cause. I have started with listing down the things I can pursue. Here they are-<br />
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<li><b>Sailing:</b> I want to learn sailing and then buy a boat and sail around. While the buying a boat can wait, the sailing lessons can be easily fixed coz the school is just one block down from here. I also like the calm demeanor that most of the surfing/sailing instructors have.</li>
<li><b>Golfing:</b> This is something that my friend inspired me to do. Only problem is that it's slightly more expensive and you have to drive forever to find a golf course. Right now, my skill level is 'can-drive-a-ball-fifty-meters-or so'. Guess this is gonna take a lot of time but has its own rewards. To golf well, you see, one needs to have a clear mind. So, golfing is a great way to practice clearing your mind.</li>
<li><b>Rock Climbing: </b>This is something I have always wanted to do and Seattle is just the place to pursue this. I have been working out and I feel that with a little more work on my grip and legs, I will be very rock climbing ready. </li>
<li><b>Learn a new language: </b>When I think about it I am open to a programming language or a language language. The thoughts of programming language elicits a Blah! from me coz it ain't sexy enough. When it comes to language languages, I think of Spanish and French. While, Spanish sounds cool and I will be able to appreciate a lot of movies, a lot of my favorite books were originally written in French. Also, my French skills are way better than my Spanish right now and I keep getting Rosetta Stone deals on my Facebook every now and then. Winder how they sniffed it. </li>
<li><b>Crafty Stuff: </b>I have always been a crafts girl but recently the idea of spending an evening quilting makes me balk.This is stuff I can do after I am retired and too old to rock climb or sail. So, no crafts right now. </li>
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Chhayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225807392172644748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584660286641507752.post-32974783836923880362014-06-23T23:49:00.001-07:002014-06-23T23:49:42.699-07:00Now...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I am starting to feel like myself again and the rest of me will grow back....eventually.</div>
Chhayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225807392172644748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584660286641507752.post-91644305292088749142014-02-13T08:57:00.001-08:002014-02-13T08:57:34.698-08:00Stolen moments<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Life goes on at its pace and we spend time and I go along...at times trying hard to keep up with its pace....at times feeling totally in control....and at other times sitting back and watching as it slips through our fingers. Days, weeks and months go by in a haze and at times you end up wondering where did all the time go. <br />
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But then there are moments when you somehow manage to isolate yourself from that constant flow of life. Like, between the plates of a capacitor in an electric loop. Today, I was a little late for class and decided to skip it. Here I am, completely at peace because there is nothing pressing on my mind. I actually just sat back and observed people. I really saw people going about their morning as opposed to just quickly scanning through my world via lenses of preconceived notions. Kind of like being in the moment and seeing everything for what it is right now as opposed to just quickly dumping things in boxes I have created in my mind over time.</div>
Chhayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225807392172644748noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584660286641507752.post-30635537471932434632013-04-24T15:13:00.000-07:002013-04-24T15:13:11.233-07:00Yap-yap-yap<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
People don't stop talking and at times all the non-stop yapping gets to me. The underlying actions remain the same and they keep doing it over and over and over again. The same scene keeps playing on and on and on and drives you crazy. All I want them to do is to drop the act, shut up and do something for once.</div>
Chhayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225807392172644748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584660286641507752.post-41939490215755087552012-01-16T10:39:00.000-08:002018-02-01T13:15:05.217-08:00smileys and slangs<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Boy: Hey, I think you were looking great today.<br />
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Girl: What??</div>
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Boy: :P</div>
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Just putting that one smiley at the end of a statement makes it OK. Frees you from the burden of responsibility for owning what you said. What this trend of smileys and slangs like LOL has done is make our conversations less sincere. It has made us responsible for what we say because you can always add a smiley or LMAO and escape the responsibility of being associated with a thought.</div>
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Chhayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225807392172644748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584660286641507752.post-10249920717962034962011-11-28T05:57:00.001-08:002011-11-28T05:57:30.795-08:00as the poet in you rests<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
You have a laid in a corner....your poetry scalpels<br />
Just tell me one thing....<br />
....where do I go for the giggles :P<br />
</div>Chhayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225807392172644748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584660286641507752.post-43639860462824294902011-10-28T09:58:00.000-07:002011-10-28T09:58:27.948-07:00How airtel does business: Telephone bills<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I have a post paid connection which has the monthly payment due on 25th of every month. For some reason, they start sending reminders right from the the first week of every month. The underlying assumption.....the customers need to be reminded a hundred times about those bills. Now receiving a reminder everyday with a deadline nowhere around renders those reminders kind of useless. As a matter of fact, I don't want to make a payment when the due date is still week's away.<div><br />
</div><div>That said, when I do attempt to make the payment, there website doesn't work most of the time. Now, there is a limit to the time I can spend trying to make my telephone bill payment. I have a job to do and a life to live without having to spend days trying to make phone bill payments. Then, they have this twisted system of assigning the job of bill collection to some local parties who send some shady characters for the bill collection.</div><div><br />
</div><div>For god's sake airtel.....fix the goddamned website and send the reminders AROUND the deadline.</div></div>Chhayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225807392172644748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584660286641507752.post-92123022874386662752011-06-15T12:02:00.000-07:002011-06-21T12:09:41.596-07:00What the movies tell us- Trying to find out the meaning of life is a male conquest<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Think about those movies like Matrix, Limitless- in which the protagonist gets up and feels lost or is being followed or is in some state of confusion but later on goes and finds the real awakening, some super power or the red pill. Now try to think of one similar movie which has a female as the lead. Nada....right??<br />
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It's true. Subconsciously, we accept that redemption, awakening, nirvana...(or whatever you call it) is meant for the male, only the male yearns for it while the females are busy drooling over shoes (remember Sex and the City) and dresses, trying to get married, nagging their boyfriends/husbands to death or just being cute and dumb.</div>Chhayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225807392172644748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584660286641507752.post-6470721588730980862010-10-03T15:11:00.000-07:002011-03-01T05:52:53.039-08:00Why should you stay away from your office<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaVnI7kdoyz7b_wxzXL3oSUVdbuYpROrhr4RWIe5hFBb-AxRvBgv0sjGAju_yqgxtEB-pUYnEZUmNu14DNFARREJbOOOwgXg4JR5QJjRtJkQYZvmO1sImSDgGO0lfjrRbP4B-iRMk9Cp6U/s1600/busreading.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 172px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaVnI7kdoyz7b_wxzXL3oSUVdbuYpROrhr4RWIe5hFBb-AxRvBgv0sjGAju_yqgxtEB-pUYnEZUmNu14DNFARREJbOOOwgXg4JR5QJjRtJkQYZvmO1sImSDgGO0lfjrRbP4B-iRMk9Cp6U/s200/busreading.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579109115349238226" /></a><br />Recently, I was struck by the realization that I don't remember the stuff I read the way I used to, which launched me into a retrospection spiral. I think I have come up with some explanations. <div><br /></div><div>On a side note, this is essentially how causality works. Things happen and then we dwell upon them and do the "platonizing" (this is the latest addition to my "fake smart talk" library which I have picked from a book written by an ex-Wharton student...go figure), i.e. calling something the cause, labeling the remaining as the effect and then slapping on some random statements as the explanations. Let's just not get into the list of professions where people make their living from this intellectual fraud.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, back to the square one, why did I stop retaining the stuff that I read as opposed to my verbatim recollections from books that I had read which had often bored my friends to death. The thing is, that earlier I used to travel a lot while not driving myself. When you are travelling for more than three hours through the same route everyday, you will get tired of site seeing sooner or later and will resort to something more engaging. I remember that most of my fellow travelers took refuge in broadly two activities-talking and laughing a lot on the cellphone and staring and gawking at the opposite sex. There was a minority which was a little more considerate and these people restricted themselves to texting, playing games on cellphones (it was not the internet on every cellphone era) or reading.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now when you read with a fierce underlying need of ignoring your noisy and tiring surroundings, you learn to...well.....read and ignore them all....and that's why you remember it all. </div><div>So, if you really think that you are missing out some quality reading time, it's time to think about relocation.</div>Chhayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225807392172644748noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-584660286641507752.post-35582705007866999402010-06-24T21:59:00.000-07:002011-03-12T03:54:35.584-08:00Worst pick up lines"Though this looks like a date but we won't call it a date."<br /><div><br /></div><div>And this one was recited to me by a good friend (he is the <i>he</i> in the conversation below)-<br /><div><br /></div><div> He enters the bus and goes to a seat on which she is siting.</div></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >He:</span></b> Can I sit here?</div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >She:</span></b> Sure.</div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >He:</span></b> Thanks. Btw, I am He. What's your good name?</div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >She:</span></b> She </div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >He:</span></b> And what's your bad one???</div>Chhayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225807392172644748noreply@blogger.com0