The Other Side of Life

Blank. Zero. Zilch. Nothing. In my head, that is. Blame it on the heat, the work, or the sad story of a poor little girl, being made to work in the heat. And by heat, I do not mean normal scorching summer. I mean, 47 degrees, melt in the sun, get tanned sitting in your drawing room type of heat. And since my brain is refusing to work, we decided to brace for this occasion by taking up DI's tag. DISCLAIMER/WARNING: I am a very boring person. If you wish, you can close this window. Right now.   *Peeps out of the curtain to check!* You are still there? Your bad. Don't blame me if you find this post boring. I warned you. On to the tag. The rules need us to tell if we are innocent/guilty for each case.  Asked someone to marry you?  Innocent . Balika Vadhu taught me that child marriage is bad. Thank God for the moral lessons on TV! Ever kissed someone of the same sex? Innocent . *The red cross on the top looks inviting, nuh?* Danced on a ...

When I was in Class 11, we had a story in English. It was an Anton Chekhov love story, and needless to say, my English teacher was swept away with emotions when she was reading it to us. In a moment of utter epiphany, she remarked, "The lead character is not in love. She is in love with the idea of being in love." I know, the statement isn't exactly the best concoction of words you have ever heard, but for me, at that age, this was a huge deal! For the next three months or so, every alternate answer in my English Exam answer sheet had someone in love with the idea of something. So, for an essay on the "Boons and Banes of Technology", I wrote how we were all in love with the idea of automation, but were not exactly ready to take up automation. This still made sense. There were far worse ones. For instance, on a question about whether I agreed or disagreed with the author, I wrote "I am all for the idea of agreeing with the author, but I do not actually agree...

Don’t worry; this is not going to be a weekly feature. It’s just that we learnt a lot this particular week, and well, it’s Monday and we are depressed in general. Hence, the need for a random rant post. Lesson 1: The IT Guys in office will never give you what you want. Not because they can’t, but simply because they won’t.  Reasons escape me. Logic defies me. But, that’s the fact. So, you cannot get Chrome, Internet Explorer 8, Android SDK, MS Visio and Firefox. Period. The world may be running on rocket fuel, and we may be giving them the technology to do that, but hey, we are just fine working on Internet Explorer 5 (!!!). That said, sometimes, just sometimes, it is okay to stand up to them and get yourself access to some sites. Especially, if it is your own blog site they blocked. Hmmph.  :-| Lesson 2: On Mondays, come what may, even if it means you sitting behind the driver in the Company bus, do not, take me seriously on this one,...

Of late, my family and I have taken it upon ourselves to inform all guests visiting us, that come October, Delhi would be dressed up like a Bride, waiting for her Muhurtam moment - the Commonwealth Games! I am one of those people, who is super excited about this, not only because my Terrace overlooks one major Sports complex and centre of all activity, but also because, just like a real life bride, with the event will come a lot of gifts. That includes the Metro for South Delhi, for which we have been putting up with detours for long enough that we have forgotten what the original and shortest route to our house is. We also have a "Street Beautification" drive happening on our access road, because it is also the access road to the above mentioned Sports Complex (which I can peep into, from my Terrace! How cool is that!). This means, the footpaths, dividers and traffic islands are being demolished and built all over again. Which makes a lot of sense, expect that this activity...