Happy Monsoons !!

          I tugged my warm sheets and turned my alarm off. Looked outside the window,loved seeing the chirping birds and the coconut trees, fresh and moist from the drizzle last night. (Did I tell you, the view is awesome from my bedroom window. Coconut trees and a variety of birds plus a spring flowing at some distance, picture perfect)
         As I moved out of bed and readied myself for my morning walk, it started drizzling. By the time I was tying my shoe laces, it was pouring (*sigh*) Then started the heap of questions --
Should I venture out?
What if it pours heavily?
Where is my umbrella, oh do I have one?
Where will I buy an umbrella from, you know the transparent one with polka dots or the pink one with lace attached to its edges?
Brushing away the questions, I finally stepped out. I'd always loved rains, so today was no exception. I let my hair down as the tiny drops played with my skin. Loved the feeling. First rains,sweet morning and Alexis Jordan singing "...in time I found myself in happiness with you.." on my music player, perfect !! And so I really did venture out for my daily walk. The drizzling partially soaked my clothes, but it was fun. The roads were almost empty, the plants were dancing in the rain and so was my heart..
 

                                                          HAPPY MONSOONS!!

How I can be a b**** at times!!

         So now, when I am so pissed of about appraisals and promotions, when I could have written a complete thesis on self help stuff and how it doesnt really help me when I need it the most and how I feel that I am that special "ONE" whom the snake bites each time I'd climb a ladder at the next dice throw, he is being congratulated. F** such managers should never be congratulated if they dont know what it means to appreciate and motivate their subordinates, when they dont understand that humans are prone to make errors and that code cannot always be bug free, that explaining requirements in words and not penning them down does create issues and the end product thus differs from the required one.So, everyone is turning back and wishing and we have people coming over to shower good lucks, the b**** I am dont even bother to turn back and look at the crowd. Not that it either affects them or me. But I dont have to be all goody and cutie all the time and be good to people whom I dont care about.
         I dont know why I used the word b****, I find female labradors pretty cute and nice. Why is the word bitch so offensive then??

Ice Ice Baby!!

I'd always fancied the Brewer's cafe right above Big bazaar each time I walked past it.Don't ask me why!!


Sunday afternoon :- So when finally on a hot (literally , in terms of the sun and my mood ) afternoon, when I stepped inside, I dint want to ask more. The smell of the coffee put me in a trance, but I dint want to drink hot coffee and cold coffee is really not my thing. So, I ended up ordering an orange slush and cool blue (curacao). Loved both of them, just that the cool blue had a lot of syrup so I had to refill the ice cubes to get my perfect cool-blue-on-the -rocks.


Fast forward >> Monday morning :- As I rush to office, I see a truck with loads of really huge ice blocks.Uncovered and lying on the dirty base of the truck, all I could say was 'yuckkkkk....' . As the truck sped across, I could see the overhead trees shedding their unwanted leaves over it and birdies shitting (poor birds how would they know !!) .So next time when you request for those ice cubes or even suck on that ice gola, do remember this dirty truck with even dirtier ice blocks...

I am sorry

        I am sorry but I dont have that perfect figure, nor do I have a chiselled face and neither am I so tempting that people would love me, the first time they'd see me.I am sorry I dont have that much-loved-accent of talk, nor do I have the Oxford vocabulary. I don't have poker straight hair , nor do they curl gracefully.I am not the best developer at work and obviously not the one who'd always get promoted. I don't stand a position when I see those chics out there, all modern and one with style, whom you'd look at with x-ray eyes.
       But one thing I am not sorry about is that I am what I am. So I really dont care what you feel about me. I am fine with my curves, so what if they are not at the correct places. I am happy with the work I do and I hate it when you compare me with others who can do it better than me. I hate it when you (who knows absolutely nothing about me) judge me.I am ok with my not so perfect facial features and it doesn't really bother me when guys dont turn back to give me a second glance, coz it really doesnt affect.I absolutely adore myself for the way I talk. I love the way my hair falls and forms a mosaic, I love it all messed up. I dont want to be perfect. I love the way I am, so please take a chill pill and dont bother to tell me what I need to improve.This is my life and I'll live it my way. So please, next time you think of telling me "ways to improve" or your "opinion about me" remember I am not hearing.

Fences!!

        As I opened the window , the soft sun rays brushed across my face, gently swinging my hair. The warmth made me feel good like a bear hug from a loved one. As I stared aimlessly at the swaying coconut trees, a nearby row house caught my glance. The back door of the house opened into a small kitchen garden. I couldn't see and recognize all the plants, but it was beautiful and colorful. What really caught my eye was the fence.. As I contracted my retina, I noticed the fence was made of wooden parts, in hues of yellow,gray,red and white. I was trying to find a pattern, grey-white-yellow-red.. nope grey-yellow-white-red.. there was none But still it looked beautiful in its own unique way.
        Not trying to write any philosophy (*sigh* I cant hope I could) but I could actually rhyme it with life.. Sometimes dark, sometimes light , sometimes pleasant and sometimes just fine, it need not be in any pattern, but once mixed the outcome is a complete frame..

Stand and stare, literally!!

"What is this life full of care,

we have no time to stand and stare"


I think we have taken William Davies way too seriously when he penned the above lines. So now when we see an accident or something wrong happening in front of our eyes, we just STAND and STARE and then move on. Its not uncommon to see people flocked around an accident spot but what terrrifies me is that they just stand,stare and do nothing to help.When faced with similar situations,we'd expect good samaritans , so why not be one when others would expect the same.

       And its not just accidents, I am talking about. We see violence around us and we do nothing about it. The other day when I was strolling in my gallery, I saw a group of guys badly hitting another guy. The herd had hockey sticks, belts, what and what not's. And there was a huge crowd around there, a lot of my society members, the security guards, but no one actually did anything to save him. Maybe he was wrong , so what? Beat him to death!! I then called the police.Fortunately they came in pretty quick and spared the teenager the torture.

        So please people, next time you see something wrong, don't just stand. Do something.

Letter to a friend

       She is my new found friend. Dont know how, but she has all the patience in the world to hear me blabbering about everything and anything whenever I want to. Maybe I can credit that to her managing her job, her smart blog, her Twins , her family, her love for reading... etc etc So, today when she has gone for a holiday, she has long been waiting for.. I am missing her..
 I hope you are having a fantastic time with BF and the twins.Here are some updates. Our money plants (all three of them) have baby leaves, which are growing fast and nice,glowing with the light and dancing with the AC. I have kept them together, so they dont feel your absence. I give them a nice bath and let them enjoy the sun for some time. The crane which we can see from our cube window still clenches the huge cement block. Dont know why it is up there!! Our cube has once again become boring for me, without you.. I made many flowers - carnations, lilies etc.. Will show you when you come back.I had a bad bad time last evening. I was wearing chappals to office, tacky chappals. Was praying to God to get me a rick back home, which I dint get. Foolishly I bought a watermelon and had to carry the load along when I walked home in my chappals. My feet are still sore :( And to make it worse, there was this group of guys on mopeds, were with me right from Mhatre bridge.. followed me home. I
could hear their cheap talks and comments. For once , I wanted to turn back and shout, but I dint. I felt very uneasy and insecure. I was scared.
       Yesterday, the promotion letters were rolled out. And everybody in the world except me gets promoted :'(. I dint want that to affect me, but it did. It hit me right in the heart and I felt like crying. I tried remembering all those quotes about patience and strength and failure being the stepping stone to success, but some how it doesnt really help... Am feeling so bad and helpless. I deserved it!!
        Anyways,now am off to sleep. Its just 10:00 pm but I gotta sleep. My thoughts are scattered like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle and I am not in a mood to sort them, so better give myself that precious sleep. Good night. This is Dipi signing off for tonight..


And as expected I dint sleep. Its 12:30 am, I just started weaving a paper basket, hope it looks good!!