Auf Wiedersehen!

This blog turned 3 in March. I started this blog as a medium for self-expression, a place where I could be myself.  As a quiet person, who is more reflective than vocal, this blog was my voice. I found this a safe, non-judgemental space where I could voice my opinion, ramble about my life, be my goofy self, occasionally rant, and sometimes seek succour from friends and other bloggers.

You may blame it on the ides of March or the barmy summer, but the point is that I do not feel like blogging anymore.  200 odd posts, a few readers, some comments and a little appreciation later, I feel that it is time.  Time to move on. To what? Where to? That I don’t know. Hopefully I shall strive not to be ‘perpetually’ in a quandary.

I rarely do anything on which my heart is not set and what I do not enjoy.  Wise and successful (in the eyes of the world) people may term me a drifter and there may be some truth to it, but I think I like to live different experiences.

I actually wrote out a big ‘Thank-you’ note to my hubby, all my friends ex-colleagues, my fellow bloggers, and to the nameless, faceless readers who regularly ‘hit’ my page. But then I remembered that the best “thank-you’ speeches are the ones that are either short or animated.  So now that I have been crisp with the thank yous, I request everyone to imagine me doing a Roberto Benigni, while collecting his Oscar for the Best Foreign Film.

Difficult? I’ll do it for you guys

The final Hurrah

Vielen Dank!

Aaj mein khush hoon, lo tum hi bolo mein hoon khush kyon?

Dhamaka Match. And Super Catches (dropped)

Needless to mention that I’m feeling jubiliant post our team’s victory. But don’t know if anyone else felt so, I did feel a little sorry for the Pak team at the end of it all. They did play very well, apart from the shoddy fielding. And I think I must have been dreaming….Shahid Afridi was being gracious, almost gentlemanly! I loved his post match speech. So I guess, I’ll forgive all his past sins (ball tampering, pitch doctoring, gaali galoch etc) 

And the match went off without the usual rowdy and pedestrian behaviour that we see in Indo-Pak matches. Kudos to good cricket!

Only on this day,

Hubby reaches home at 1.15 pm! 

Not for an anniversary, not for a birthday. Heck not even when I fall sick.

It helps that I love cricket too

Loved this quote

Idealism is what precedes experience, cynicism is what follows.

Hubby’s got mail

from a recruitment agency, for the position of a “Softwear” Engineer. 

My mind trembles even thinking of the possible job description. I can attempt one though:

Job Title : Softwear Engineer

Reporting to: Lead-Softwear

Experience: Exposure to wearing different types of soft clothes for at least 30 years. Wearing soft undergarments is a requisite for this role. Candidates not meeting this criteria need not apply

Job Description:

• Act as a guinea pig for testing of new innovations in soft wear.
• Strut around office wearing clothes made of different soft materials, such as velvet, satin, soft cotton, and linen.
• Ensure that co-workers adhere to wearing soft clothes all the time

Okay, I know this was stretching a joke too far, but couldn’t resist it!

Katha

Katha Happy Gal Ki

Painting

Radha Krishna

 

Easy to do craft, for artisticaly challenged people such as me. The picture is already painted on the fabric.All you have to do, is paint.

I’ve got mail :)

I checked my email this morning. And I was pleased to find that my social life is looking up, I’m going to be super-rich soon and also going to be employed by top-notch companies. Finally, I’m gonna get my due. Hallelujah! There IS a GOD.

6 women are interested in meeting me and having dinner with me. Neha, Anisha, Pooja, Mini, Suman, Anjali are all shy and traditional girls (their own description), who want to marry a Hindu boy from a joint family but haven’t found him yet. They had all given up hope till they came across this site which I’m supposed to click and find the love of my life, who they are sure will be a Hindu boy from a joint family.

I’m sure all of us shy and traditional girls wil have a great time over dinner discussing Hindu boys from joint Hindu families. What fun! Can hardly wait to meet them.

And all you people who haven’t been very friendly with me, renew your ties. I’m going to be one rich gal soon. If everything goes as per Mr. William Smith’s and Mr Cooper Hort’s plans, I’m gonna get around $2,500,000.00.

Am I lucky or what?

And that’s not all, there’s sweet Mr. Prince Barry Santos who’s from a royal family in…….Somalia and wants my help in retrieving $15.7million Us dollars and 98 kg of AU dust gold which his dead father’s ghost had told him about.

Hope I’m able to help the poor fellow. Else he will turn like the poor prince Hamlet, who’s always troubled by daddy dearest’s apparitions.

And then there is further good news. British Petroleum, IBM, and Microsoft are in a crazy rush to hire me. Ah, but I’m smart. I will negotiate and renegotiate wilth all of them, untill they pay me really well. After all, I have such rare skills. Trust only these big corporations to have gauged my true worth.

And did I tell you that Interpol wants to give me money. Don’t believe me? Check this

Wow, I feel so blessed.

Interpol

Nothing like checking your mail to perk your mood up. (Oh, btw, there are many kind people who offer solutions to perk other things up, but being a shy and traditional girl from a Hindu family, I cannot write about that here)

Zindagi kat gai manaate hue, ab iraada hai rooth jaane ka…..

from Mehdi Hassan’s ghazal “Faisala Tumko Bhulaane Ka”

O Fairy God-Mother

please, quickly transform me from this

Buddhu Bandariya

into this

Daaku Haseena