A lot of things are taken for granted when you are familiar with a set of people, be it from work, family or friends. One can never guess what the other person’s likes or dislikes are. I have been in a dilemma lately thinking of the stuff I need to get my sweet heart for his birthday. Well I might be blamed for not knowing what the person closest to me would like for a birthday but I have said it .. there you go.. It is difficult to get things for men especially when you know them inside out.
What would be an ideal occasion, to gift someone you love with a token of appreciation? Since the time I started to make my own decisions I have learnt to appreciate people around me. I understood that things should never be taken for granted and even though not everyone is in anticipation of a favour, it is always good to give for a change. It is not the quality or quantity of the present but the mere gesture of giving something makes one feel happy.
Things apart, I did cook him a nice meal and got him all the knick knacks he desired without him knowing that he desired them and that was a warm hearty surprise.
Thursday, 17 September 2009
Monday, 20 July 2009
Whodunit
Being my favourite subject both to read as well as watch, I have had the privilege to attend a different kind of party the other night. The pair of us got invited to a weekend party at my colleague’s place which had a theme to it. We were given invitations which had an introduction to the kind of night we would be entertained with, as well as the dress code. Normally, the dress code for a dinner party in an English household would be evening gown for ladies and dinner jacket with a bow tie for men but we were in for a surprise – my costume was a waitress gear from top to bottom with the half white apron and a colourful waistcoat with a punk hairdo for the dude.
Well, the story begins in such a way that guests are invited to an island named Isythia in Turkey and the timeline is of 1875 after the Crimean war for the grand opening of Thistledome Manor Hotel. The host Hector Sprocket had made sure that all the parties arrive in time for the opening of the hotel. The plot starts with the murders of the host Mr. Sprocket and one of the guests Lady Grey on the opening night of the hotel. Mysteriously all the guests and the employees had a motive to kill the host and the task of the cast and crew at hand is to find who had done it. The plot unfolds all the dark secrets being held by the guests and also the entangled relationship between the waitress and the host and the maid and one of the guest couples.
I commend the ingenious effort of my colleague in writing a ten scene script over a period of six months and also making sure of the flow of character from one to the other. I was surprised at the commitment of the guests as well. Even though it was supposed to be a weekend summer night, each of us was flared up with enthusiasm till the end of scene ten. The crowd enjoyed the spread and the punch kept flowing through the scenes to quench the thirst of the dialogue readers. None of us knew the script in advance but the flow was never compromised. When it was time to make educated guesses as to whodunit it was a classic tumble down the molehill. None of us could get the plot right for both the murders.
However, I won the prize for getting close to exposing the murderer; there were two other prizes for the best costume and best orator. It was a fun filled night with a group of audience to encourage the protagonists and an overall success for my colleague. I think it takes immense attention to detail and loads of skill to succeed in an act like this. This experience gave an impression to my colleagues that I could rightly guess any murder plot, but I myself know the truth that any average reader of Agatha Christie could do what I had done.
Well, the story begins in such a way that guests are invited to an island named Isythia in Turkey and the timeline is of 1875 after the Crimean war for the grand opening of Thistledome Manor Hotel. The host Hector Sprocket had made sure that all the parties arrive in time for the opening of the hotel. The plot starts with the murders of the host Mr. Sprocket and one of the guests Lady Grey on the opening night of the hotel. Mysteriously all the guests and the employees had a motive to kill the host and the task of the cast and crew at hand is to find who had done it. The plot unfolds all the dark secrets being held by the guests and also the entangled relationship between the waitress and the host and the maid and one of the guest couples.
I commend the ingenious effort of my colleague in writing a ten scene script over a period of six months and also making sure of the flow of character from one to the other. I was surprised at the commitment of the guests as well. Even though it was supposed to be a weekend summer night, each of us was flared up with enthusiasm till the end of scene ten. The crowd enjoyed the spread and the punch kept flowing through the scenes to quench the thirst of the dialogue readers. None of us knew the script in advance but the flow was never compromised. When it was time to make educated guesses as to whodunit it was a classic tumble down the molehill. None of us could get the plot right for both the murders.
However, I won the prize for getting close to exposing the murderer; there were two other prizes for the best costume and best orator. It was a fun filled night with a group of audience to encourage the protagonists and an overall success for my colleague. I think it takes immense attention to detail and loads of skill to succeed in an act like this. This experience gave an impression to my colleagues that I could rightly guess any murder plot, but I myself know the truth that any average reader of Agatha Christie could do what I had done.
Thursday, 7 May 2009
Wales
Wales was originally a Celtic land and belonged to one of the Celtic Nations and it emerged as an identity after the Romans left Great Britain in 5th century. Like many other tourists we have been drawn to the wild and picturesque landscape of this country. The highlight of this tour was the pure bliss of non commercialised touristic spots which needed a bit of physical energy to enjoy every bit of their scenery. I confess that I always disliked tiring myself on a holiday but this one was different as I could feast my eyes on great earthly delights.
Our tour was planned for 3 days which in the end was only perfect for 2 days as the climate refused to co-operate with us on the third day. Our journey started with a peaceful encounter with the three cliffs at Gower bay and came to an end with a chilly whiff up the Snowdon Mountain in Gwynedd. The three cliffs bay was truly a masterpiece to start the journey with. The emerald green waters of the sea when mixed with the pale brown sand, churn up a delightful mix of shades and it is worth spending a whole day to observe the change of colours as the sun advances inland. Three Cliffs Bay also appears in a music video entry for The Red Hot Chili Peppers made by Swansea film company, Studio8.
Our next destination was Martin’s Haven where we had to catch a boat to the translucent waters of Skomer Island leaving behind the treacherous waters of Jack Sound. Skomer is best known for its large breeding seabird population, including Black-legged Kittiwakes, Atlantic Puffins, European Storm-petrels, Eurasian Oystercatchers and gulls, as well as birds of prey including Short-eared Owls. The island is also home to Grey Seals. Our next destination for the day was the beach which made to the top ten most beautiful in the world, the Barafundle Bay. This bay is secluded as it is covered by limestone cliffs on three sides and makes it a proper hiding place for love birds. We decided rest our quest at this beautiful bay.
The second day started with exploring the city of Merthyr Mawr in the city of Bridgend. Although we expected to see sand dunes we were exhausted before we got to the water front. The next two stops were the natural waterfalls one of which was a home to a corn mill and a tin factory in early 18th century and the other being the tallest in England and Wales (Rhaeadr). Once amused with the water falls we drifted to the Hall of Mountain King at Ogof Craig a Ffynnon, the most decorated show caves of Britain. The calcite formation was interesting and could take any form to an imaginative eye.
Our tour was planned for 3 days which in the end was only perfect for 2 days as the climate refused to co-operate with us on the third day. Our journey started with a peaceful encounter with the three cliffs at Gower bay and came to an end with a chilly whiff up the Snowdon Mountain in Gwynedd. The three cliffs bay was truly a masterpiece to start the journey with. The emerald green waters of the sea when mixed with the pale brown sand, churn up a delightful mix of shades and it is worth spending a whole day to observe the change of colours as the sun advances inland. Three Cliffs Bay also appears in a music video entry for The Red Hot Chili Peppers made by Swansea film company, Studio8.
Our next destination was Martin’s Haven where we had to catch a boat to the translucent waters of Skomer Island leaving behind the treacherous waters of Jack Sound. Skomer is best known for its large breeding seabird population, including Black-legged Kittiwakes, Atlantic Puffins, European Storm-petrels, Eurasian Oystercatchers and gulls, as well as birds of prey including Short-eared Owls. The island is also home to Grey Seals. Our next destination for the day was the beach which made to the top ten most beautiful in the world, the Barafundle Bay. This bay is secluded as it is covered by limestone cliffs on three sides and makes it a proper hiding place for love birds. We decided rest our quest at this beautiful bay.
The second day started with exploring the city of Merthyr Mawr in the city of Bridgend. Although we expected to see sand dunes we were exhausted before we got to the water front. The next two stops were the natural waterfalls one of which was a home to a corn mill and a tin factory in early 18th century and the other being the tallest in England and Wales (Rhaeadr). Once amused with the water falls we drifted to the Hall of Mountain King at Ogof Craig a Ffynnon, the most decorated show caves of Britain. The calcite formation was interesting and could take any form to an imaginative eye.
The journey to the top of Snowdon Mountain was amusing and slow as the chill factor was dominating the quest of the eye. However, we did manage to get to three fourths of the summit and called it quits as there was absolutely nothing visible. Thus we decided to end the journey and catch the holiday crowd on the M6 on the way back home. It was a heart warming experience as I have never been to a perfect country side and given a chance I would never miss a chance again.
Thursday, 16 April 2009
Spiritualism
The odd conversation that sparks a few well known facts when you are travelling on the tube or waiting at the bus stop really gets interesting when it starts paving its way to personal choice.
Stranger: Ohh what a nice evening!!
Me: Yes! Indeed!!
Then it goes on with a couple of yaade yaade yas etc to politics.
Stranger: I don’t think the government can afford to go on with benefits anymore with the recession!
Me: How long ago was it when they last decided to cut on benefits?
Stranger: Don’t you remember 1985 when the blah blah affected the pensioners
Me: Well I am afraid I don’t because I am new to the country.
Stranger: really then where is home?
Me: India!
Stranger: oh so are you a Hindu?
The epitome of conversation lies on the onus of my reply – err Yes I am!! I was asked the same question twice in a week and thats when I decided to give it a thought.
How would you describe Hinduism as a religion???
Well!! How would I? I replied in short saying that it is most religious and probably the oldest religion in the world. Then comes pat another one – Is it easy to follow?
What is easy and what is not is I guess more of a perception than a definition. All I could tell him was that it if given account of the principles, it gives one the right to choose between right and wrong and guides one to attain what one thinks as one’s spiritual attainment. My learned friend attending the seminar of Stephen Covey’s Industrial Vs Knowledge age, said that he found similarities between Hinduism and Daoism where both of them preach about personal tolerence. I could not comment on it as first I need to know about Daoism as a religion.
This discussion had led me into thinking about religion and how much do I really know about any religion.
Stranger: Ohh what a nice evening!!
Me: Yes! Indeed!!
Then it goes on with a couple of yaade yaade yas etc to politics.
Stranger: I don’t think the government can afford to go on with benefits anymore with the recession!
Me: How long ago was it when they last decided to cut on benefits?
Stranger: Don’t you remember 1985 when the blah blah affected the pensioners
Me: Well I am afraid I don’t because I am new to the country.
Stranger: really then where is home?
Me: India!
Stranger: oh so are you a Hindu?
The epitome of conversation lies on the onus of my reply – err Yes I am!! I was asked the same question twice in a week and thats when I decided to give it a thought.
How would you describe Hinduism as a religion???
Well!! How would I? I replied in short saying that it is most religious and probably the oldest religion in the world. Then comes pat another one – Is it easy to follow?
What is easy and what is not is I guess more of a perception than a definition. All I could tell him was that it if given account of the principles, it gives one the right to choose between right and wrong and guides one to attain what one thinks as one’s spiritual attainment. My learned friend attending the seminar of Stephen Covey’s Industrial Vs Knowledge age, said that he found similarities between Hinduism and Daoism where both of them preach about personal tolerence. I could not comment on it as first I need to know about Daoism as a religion.
This discussion had led me into thinking about religion and how much do I really know about any religion.
Tuesday, 17 March 2009
Evolution
I am a small town girl by birth and I must say that all I have known about community when I was a seven year old was the ever punctual house maid, weekly washerwoman and the conspicuous Youngman who brought the monthly rents of the one and only stately house my granny owned in the stately Draksharama village. I was told that these people were different from my family but I never understood how. As I grew up and got enrolled in a catholic convent for my upper kindergarten, I understood the difference in classes and at the same time was confused at the way the system was meant to be.
Owing to the confinement of catholic convent, I must say that I was pretty influenced by them and learnt to appreciate God in many forms and also people from other communities. Albeit the school being catholic, I confess that all the girls at school knew and understood the difference in their social class and status. I render Kakinada, the small town as a culprit for the narrow minds. It was an average small town dominated by a medical and an engineering college and we had colonies of people belonging to the same class confined in a location when I was growing up. Even the inter college politics were not devoid of this class distinction.
I grew up and so did my little wisdom. I moved out of my hometown to the nearest metro at first and slowly to a bigger metro and then to the hub of the silicon forest. In the initial stages of my career I understood that I do not need a backing social class for my growth and all I needed was commitment and knowledge. I got my chance to travel some parts of the world and I forgot all about this distinction until my recent encounter with my school friend.
It was great to catch up and discuss about the partners and the state of the art matters of courtship and statutory ceremonies. During our conversation and occasional mention of our mutual friends I have noticed that my friend associated every other girl we remembered with their social class or their status – “A”! Oh she is a BC and married her senior and now lives in Florida. “S”, that goldsmith’s daughter, she never married and works with XYZ. “J”, she can’t be more than happy she married into a family with double their own fortune and has three house maids in Detroit.
I chose to forgive her ignorance as she just stepped out of her shell from Kakinada and appeared in London. I am glad I was never succumbed to this social glitch, if so I would have never found my sweet heart, who I would swear is not prejudiced by my phony status or is it class no may be caste… whatever..
Owing to the confinement of catholic convent, I must say that I was pretty influenced by them and learnt to appreciate God in many forms and also people from other communities. Albeit the school being catholic, I confess that all the girls at school knew and understood the difference in their social class and status. I render Kakinada, the small town as a culprit for the narrow minds. It was an average small town dominated by a medical and an engineering college and we had colonies of people belonging to the same class confined in a location when I was growing up. Even the inter college politics were not devoid of this class distinction.
I grew up and so did my little wisdom. I moved out of my hometown to the nearest metro at first and slowly to a bigger metro and then to the hub of the silicon forest. In the initial stages of my career I understood that I do not need a backing social class for my growth and all I needed was commitment and knowledge. I got my chance to travel some parts of the world and I forgot all about this distinction until my recent encounter with my school friend.
It was great to catch up and discuss about the partners and the state of the art matters of courtship and statutory ceremonies. During our conversation and occasional mention of our mutual friends I have noticed that my friend associated every other girl we remembered with their social class or their status – “A”! Oh she is a BC and married her senior and now lives in Florida. “S”, that goldsmith’s daughter, she never married and works with XYZ. “J”, she can’t be more than happy she married into a family with double their own fortune and has three house maids in Detroit.
I chose to forgive her ignorance as she just stepped out of her shell from Kakinada and appeared in London. I am glad I was never succumbed to this social glitch, if so I would have never found my sweet heart, who I would swear is not prejudiced by my phony status or is it class no may be caste… whatever..
Monday, 16 March 2009
Oxford Street
I have been to the famous Oxford Street of London after a year and half of coming to stay in this country. First thing I have noticed there is the number of named outlets and their locations. I was overwhelmed by the number of people inhabiting the street in-spite of the call of recession. It was like any other Saturday without the significance of a fast approaching event, which contradicts to the act of thousands of enthusiastic spenders.
I would never count myself as an enthusiastic shopper but I guess I did my bit on Saturday and got back to my senses after my wallet was empty. There are about half a thousand high street brands available on this gigantic street and I guess I have not done justice to any of them. When I initiated the trip it was supposed to be only window shopping and I confess that after my encounter with the first few galleries the initiation went out of the window.
I spent most of my hard earned grub on clothes and a few shillings (if they are still in distribution) on footwear. This makes me wonder about the reputation of women being compulsive shoppers. Is it true and did I see it happen with my own grub? I am affirmative that I do not desperately need any of the items I have acquired during my shopping conquest; then why did I acquire them – I have no clue!
I would never count myself as an enthusiastic shopper but I guess I did my bit on Saturday and got back to my senses after my wallet was empty. There are about half a thousand high street brands available on this gigantic street and I guess I have not done justice to any of them. When I initiated the trip it was supposed to be only window shopping and I confess that after my encounter with the first few galleries the initiation went out of the window.
I spent most of my hard earned grub on clothes and a few shillings (if they are still in distribution) on footwear. This makes me wonder about the reputation of women being compulsive shoppers. Is it true and did I see it happen with my own grub? I am affirmative that I do not desperately need any of the items I have acquired during my shopping conquest; then why did I acquire them – I have no clue!
I made a pact with myself that I would recommend visitors to Oxford Street so that they would benefit from an outrageous shopping spree and I can be deprived of my guilt. Confessions apart, I genuinely think that it is one and only place to shop for any occasion as the outlets do cater to all kinds of budget and I guess the shopping association should release some royalty towards this incoherent advert of mine.
Thursday, 26 February 2009
Montage - Theory of mixing visual effects with music
Why are we so influenced by Cinema? Does it truly narrate circumstantial evidence or does it obliterate the facts? I always wondered what it was like to be able to watch a movie with my whole family; would I ever be able to do that? I always envied when my mates bragged about going out to watch the late night movies with their dear ones.
Cinema was not given importance when I was young. Now I cannot bear to waste time watching some scantily clad teenage girl running around the trees with a man old enough to be her father. I wonder if it is really true when elders talk about the variation in lifestyle from what they call their “era” to the current generation.
But is cinema totally bad? Isn’t this the most conventional method of reaching to the masses? I am no critic to talk about cinematography as a science but I sure can talk about the value and impact of the latest addition to Indian cinema. I have watched some of the named classics from my childhood and some of the recent elaborations of music and love.
My amateur eye fails to notice any quality in the musical numbers and the acting abilities of the protagonists of the recent cinema. I guess I still cling to old school when depiction of love between two humans sans touch and music is enjoyable to the human ear rather than the metallic harmonica. I guess I still loathe to see cinema made on human values and music that depicts the status quo.
Long live Rehman !!!!
Cinema was not given importance when I was young. Now I cannot bear to waste time watching some scantily clad teenage girl running around the trees with a man old enough to be her father. I wonder if it is really true when elders talk about the variation in lifestyle from what they call their “era” to the current generation.
But is cinema totally bad? Isn’t this the most conventional method of reaching to the masses? I am no critic to talk about cinematography as a science but I sure can talk about the value and impact of the latest addition to Indian cinema. I have watched some of the named classics from my childhood and some of the recent elaborations of music and love.
My amateur eye fails to notice any quality in the musical numbers and the acting abilities of the protagonists of the recent cinema. I guess I still cling to old school when depiction of love between two humans sans touch and music is enjoyable to the human ear rather than the metallic harmonica. I guess I still loathe to see cinema made on human values and music that depicts the status quo.
Long live Rehman !!!!
Thursday, 15 January 2009
Dr Eva Peter's Tea cosy
The name has been changed for anonymity.
Years of pragmatic approach towards understanding human nature had been useless to understand this particular and wonderful human being who I am proud to say is my manager.
She has a perfect sense of humour while entertaining a group of audience. She has the greatest virtue of patience when teaching her beloved colleague how to use Oracle for the umpteenth time and above all she has been in the same role for 18 years. Her famous drawback as explained was that she lacks personal skills and does not have enough managerial experience (which I know are lame).
This woman can do wonders on Access and can create most complex databases using her years of wisdom. She can make reports fly from a click of mouse from the extensive data dating ten years back. Above all she strives every minute of her life to make others happy. Working with her for two months had taught me not to work for a pay check but for self satisfaction.
Coming to the story of the Tea cosy, we recently moved offices and now we have our own little room for Team DQV (Data quality validation) with Eva as our lead and two other colleagues along with moi. It was the greatest achievement of Eva to have an office of our own. We decided to have our own social area rather than going to the pantry every now and then. So we designed our little tea corner with a Kettle, a bag of tea and a tea pot. It only made sense to have a Tea cosy as Neville our only male team member expressed his concern.
The next day there appeared a tea cosy with the team logo (Garfield) on it. It is a shame that we did not know about her accomplishments as a Bag maker, Embroidery master, Great Chef (we have tasted some of her great fresh breads) and above all a Writer. She is a master criminal mind who writes Murder mysteries and makes people enact them at a buffet dinner party at her chalet bungalow during summer.
This woman can do wonders on Access and can create most complex databases using her years of wisdom. She can make reports fly from a click of mouse from the extensive data dating ten years back. Above all she strives every minute of her life to make others happy. Working with her for two months had taught me not to work for a pay check but for self satisfaction.
Coming to the story of the Tea cosy, we recently moved offices and now we have our own little room for Team DQV (Data quality validation) with Eva as our lead and two other colleagues along with moi. It was the greatest achievement of Eva to have an office of our own. We decided to have our own social area rather than going to the pantry every now and then. So we designed our little tea corner with a Kettle, a bag of tea and a tea pot. It only made sense to have a Tea cosy as Neville our only male team member expressed his concern.
The next day there appeared a tea cosy with the team logo (Garfield) on it. It is a shame that we did not know about her accomplishments as a Bag maker, Embroidery master, Great Chef (we have tasted some of her great fresh breads) and above all a Writer. She is a master criminal mind who writes Murder mysteries and makes people enact them at a buffet dinner party at her chalet bungalow during summer.
One cannot help but notice her workmanship and attention to detail with this master piece. Kudos to an eminent personality and great individual!!!
Wednesday, 14 January 2009
Bhogi manta, Gaali patam, Haridasu, Basavanna
It is great that I remembered Pongal this year, thanks to the Telugu calendar I have downloaded from the Internet which keeps reminding me of the day and star of the current year. It is quite amazing to think about the wonderful childhood days when we use to look forward to the numerous festivals in a year. They always come with an added bonus of school holidays and mouth watering delicacies not to mention the gathering of my favourite cousins from Samalkot and Rajahmundry.
My favourite was always Pongal as the school holidays for this festival combined with those of Christmas and we had a full month of merry making. Nevertheless it is not for the school off I remember this but for the great Rangolis and the early morning bonfires. We celebrate this festival for 4 days and the fourth one being the day you remember your ancestors and seek their blessings.
Bhogi, the first day starts with rising usual than early as the bonfire should be lit before the sunrise and one is never allowed to light it without having their festive bath with a proper oil massage. There is always commotion on who can sit closer to the fire as January is till one of the colder months. I cannot quite gather the significance even though it signifies the burning of all the bhogas from life and a fresh start to a simpler life. Makara Sankranthi, the second day is more significant to the Sun god as it is this day the sun starts his eastward revolution and enters the Makara zodiac sign. Kanuma, the third day is more significant in worship of Lord Shani with oil wicks.
In my younger years I remember the frequent visits of Haridasus and also my own favourite “Bommala Koluvu”. It was quite a ritual to start the preparation of aligning all the dolls I owned and also trying to compete with the neighbours in having the best display. It was quite a task arranging mud from the back yard into the drawing room and sowing different seeds in it so that you have green saplings growing out of it by the day of display. All the hustle is to have a corner for Zoo and forest where the saplings related to the dense forest and enhanced the zoo.
It was never about the preparation or the show off but it was all about the spirit and enthusiasm of Mom and us kids. It was the best time of the year as each of us could get lots of new clothes and there were always visitors at home. I do not know what happened to all of that spirit now, the only explanation I get is that we may have evolved from that time period and moved on for good. I salute those people who strive to cling to their culture in spite of living away from it. Just yesterday I came to know about a distant cousin who is having the traditional doll display for her 2 year old daughter in California - you can enjoy the spirit wherever you live - lesson learnt ...
My favourite was always Pongal as the school holidays for this festival combined with those of Christmas and we had a full month of merry making. Nevertheless it is not for the school off I remember this but for the great Rangolis and the early morning bonfires. We celebrate this festival for 4 days and the fourth one being the day you remember your ancestors and seek their blessings.
Bhogi, the first day starts with rising usual than early as the bonfire should be lit before the sunrise and one is never allowed to light it without having their festive bath with a proper oil massage. There is always commotion on who can sit closer to the fire as January is till one of the colder months. I cannot quite gather the significance even though it signifies the burning of all the bhogas from life and a fresh start to a simpler life. Makara Sankranthi, the second day is more significant to the Sun god as it is this day the sun starts his eastward revolution and enters the Makara zodiac sign. Kanuma, the third day is more significant in worship of Lord Shani with oil wicks.
In my younger years I remember the frequent visits of Haridasus and also my own favourite “Bommala Koluvu”. It was quite a ritual to start the preparation of aligning all the dolls I owned and also trying to compete with the neighbours in having the best display. It was quite a task arranging mud from the back yard into the drawing room and sowing different seeds in it so that you have green saplings growing out of it by the day of display. All the hustle is to have a corner for Zoo and forest where the saplings related to the dense forest and enhanced the zoo.
It was never about the preparation or the show off but it was all about the spirit and enthusiasm of Mom and us kids. It was the best time of the year as each of us could get lots of new clothes and there were always visitors at home. I do not know what happened to all of that spirit now, the only explanation I get is that we may have evolved from that time period and moved on for good. I salute those people who strive to cling to their culture in spite of living away from it. Just yesterday I came to know about a distant cousin who is having the traditional doll display for her 2 year old daughter in California - you can enjoy the spirit wherever you live - lesson learnt ...
Long live Culture!!!
Monday, 12 January 2009
Self Indulgence
Yup I know I have been lazy and incompetent in maintaining this blog, but I am human and I am prone to make mistakes, so I would try to be more competent and release the untamed beast from within....
It has been quite a few months, I had thoughts, memories and ideas about life in the new year although none were put into action. Unlike last year I do not have any resolutions, just for the sheer alarm of not being able to keep up with them. I am sure most of my friends acted unlike me. I have done nothing productive in the last few months except working for my wages which I guess was good enough.
Getting back to my ideas I sure do have a huge list to start with but am unsure where to start -
Using the Oil paints I have got for Christmas (not even unwarapped my Easel yet)
Keeping up with the blog(which I have finally done today )
Reading the two new books I have found while on the bus
Sowing the coriander seeds for my Kitchen garden
Join weight watchers online (who am I kidding!!!!!)
Find the best holiday destination for the year
Buy all the presents in advance for the trip to India
Learn new low cal recipes
Learn Sudoku
Beat my sweetheart at Chess et al
Mind you its not the end of the list I just did not have any more time to type 'em all. Anywayz will update once I have started on my favourite. Until then Ta
It has been quite a few months, I had thoughts, memories and ideas about life in the new year although none were put into action. Unlike last year I do not have any resolutions, just for the sheer alarm of not being able to keep up with them. I am sure most of my friends acted unlike me. I have done nothing productive in the last few months except working for my wages which I guess was good enough.
Getting back to my ideas I sure do have a huge list to start with but am unsure where to start -
Using the Oil paints I have got for Christmas (not even unwarapped my Easel yet)
Keeping up with the blog(which I have finally done today )
Reading the two new books I have found while on the bus
Sowing the coriander seeds for my Kitchen garden
Join weight watchers online (who am I kidding!!!!!)
Find the best holiday destination for the year
Buy all the presents in advance for the trip to India
Learn new low cal recipes
Learn Sudoku
Beat my sweetheart at Chess et al
Mind you its not the end of the list I just did not have any more time to type 'em all. Anywayz will update once I have started on my favourite. Until then Ta
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