Am i growing old?

Well, the other day i was trying to call up my friend for some urgent important task. I dialed the number as i was calling from my landline. The first time the line was engage. I re-dialed after 10 minutes. It was again engage. I tried again after 20 minutes. Again, the same response. :O. I then got highly irritated and started hurling the choicest of expletives at whomsoever/ whatever came to my mind from the telephone exchange to the government to the friend in question.

I later went to my room to cool myself down with a glass of cold water and some music. Just when i was turning on the music player, I realized that i had been dialing my own landline number since long. :O.

God save me :D

Why haven't i posted for the last two months? DUH

Well well well... A realization finally dawned upon my peanut sized stupid brain - I have a blog which i am supposed to post on regularly. However, it too seems to be, like many other things/ people, an object of my complete sense of ignorance which well and truly signifies my current attitude towards life. Why have i been so insensitive and detached? (From my Mom to my blog to my friends) Well, the only answer i can come up with is... I am preparing for CAT (Whoa... CAT - supposed to be a monster of an exam). Well, that indeed cannot be considered as a valid reason my behavior in recent times. It is almost as though i am living in a world of fantasy where nothing else exists except for my preparation for CAT. Oh c'mon, whom am i kidding... CAT... I haven't even been scoring decent enough in the Mocks. What will i do on the actual C-Day? And come to think of it, why am i spoiling my life for one exam. It might have the power to alter the course of my life forever; however does my current behavior justify so? I don't think so...

Anyways feels great to be posting after a long silence. (I just hope not many lambs were slaughtered in the meanwhile ;) ).

What if god was one of us

If God had a name what would it be?
And would you call it to his face?
If you were faced with him in all his glory
what would you ask if you had just one question?

Yeah, Yeah, God is great
Yeah, Yeah, God is good
Yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah

What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home

If God had a face
What would it look like?
And would you want to see
If seeing meant that you would have to believe
In things like heaven and Jesus and the saints
and all the Prophets

Yeah Yeah God is great
Yeah Yeah God is good
Yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah

What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
Just trying to make his way home
Back up to Heaven all alone
Nobody callin' on the phone
cept for the Pope maybe in Rome

Yeah Yeah God is great
Yeah Yeah God is good
Yeah Yeah yeah yeah

What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
Like a holly Rolling Stone
Back up to Heaven all alone
Just trying to make his way home
Nobody callin' on the phone
'cept for the Pope maybe in Rome

- Joan Osbourne


Need i say more?

My tryst with TT and the lessons it taught me.

About an year back, when i had joined my first job, i developed a keen interest for TT (Ping-pong to some). This was partly because TT tables were available in abundant quantities in the office and I being the work-shirker, loved to while away time playing this game. One of my closest friend also liked playing TT a lot. So, everyday after office, we used to play for about an hour before going home. As we started playing regularly, i realized my 'keen interest' wasn't really translating into performance. I regularly lost to my friend who happened to be a female. Somewhere around this time, i got really frustrated with myself for losing so regularly. A thought entered my mind that I am losing to a girl. The (in)famous male ego was affecting me too. I was horrified. I prided myself to be immune from male chauvinism. But it had roared its ugly head on me too. Consequently, i became petulant and began snapping at her for no obvious fault of hers. Some days later i got involved in my work, and we were unable to continue playing.
A few months went by... My workload reduced and i decided to start playing again. So, i with another project mate of mine began playing. Being rusty, i lost to him comfortably. But this defeat hurt me like hell; even more than the time i played with my friend earlier.

This whole episode taught me a lesson. I was susceptible to losing at anything. It made me cranky and i snarled at everybody and anybody around me. This placed my behavior in the right perspective. I was able to analyze that i am fiercely competitive person who doesn't like losing. A loss made me moody and bitter. It also taught me that i am indeed not a target of male chauvinism.

PS: Did i tell you that my female friend is a college champ at TT :)

Farewell Shruti

Well, this is my reply to your goodbye mail...

I have known you for less than an year. But these few months that i have spent together in the same cubicle have been nothing less than memorable for me. My earliest memory of yours is of a person who walks in a very weird way ;-)...

I am a person who doesn't make friends very quickly. But with shruti, i hit off so well that i never felt that i am freshly acquainted to her. I could share my fears, my thoughts or little PJs and so many other things with her without any qualms. Our tastes in music, books, and many other things are so similar that there was never any point of contention. We participated in the drama and the mad-ads having so much fun together - working on her practice of playing a donkey (which invariably won us the prize i must reiterate), the script for the play. I have many fond memories with her; of having a gala time at the leather lounge, of practicing for the dumb-charades, of sitting late till ONE AM one night... She lifted my spirits when i was down... Shared my happy times with me... Supported me when i was frustrated... Listened to my stupid talks... She was the first person who pushed me so hard to start blogging... (So its only fair that i write my farewell to her here).
And yes, she's sweet. ( Well, this is now beginning to sound like a testimonial on orkut)

I have only one word for everything: THANKS.

I'll miss you like hell... You are probably one of my closest friends... One whom i could trust and rely upon...

-Deep

PS: I'll miss you threatening to throw me out of the cubicle... :)