Ok so I've been getting a couple of calls in the last few days...just random ones...where people would suddenly ask me how I was doing and if I was sure that everything was going good and all that jazz...and I was wondering what on earth was going on until someone dropped the ball and told me they'd read my last post and were a little worried about me...
-----------NEWSFLASH-----------
Whiney aka Whines/Whinsey, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. A just tied 5 helium balloons to herself for no apparent reason and was carried away never to be seen again. This is thought to be a suicide attempt owing to the fact that her last post on her blog seems to be somewhat in that vein.
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Nyaaahh!! I dont think so!!
Creative licence people! A line, along with 'design element', that my creative department is only too fond of throwing in my face.
And so to all those people who thought that I was going to OD on sleeping pills or slit my wrists:
1) No I do not have suicidal tendencies
2) I have never had suicidal tendencies even in the days when people used to think it was supposedly cool to say that they wanted to jump off buildings (Anjix and Bunini, I mean you)
3) No I am not still in love with K
4) If you think I'm still in love with K anyway, ptoooeeey to you
5) Contrary to popular belief I have moved on with my life
6) Also contrary to popular belief, I am happy
7) And by the way the operative words were "A YEAR AGO" in big bold letters right up front
8) If you all can find the time to read my blog and obviously care enough to call and check if I'm ok then why on earth cant you also just leave a comment? Huh??
9) Only about 3% of what I write is the actual honest truth
10) So deal with it
PS - I love you all and it was really sweet of you to worry :)
November 27, 2005
November 25, 2005
A year ago...
...I was in love with an illusion.
...I believed in unconditional love.
...I worked till at least 11 every night.
...I ate chinese food almost every day - the spicier the better.
...I was so caught up with living in the past that I didnt realize what was happening right in front of me.
...he fell out of love and I didnt even realize it.
...I fell out of love and I didnt even realize it.
...my work came first.
...my uncle was fighting a losing battle for his life.
...I cried at the drop of a hat.
...I had escape routes and no responsibilities.
...I started caring about the way I looked and dressed.
...I was voted 'Best Newcomer' after 6 months of work.
...cold water baths were out of the question.
...getting a dog was a distant possibility.
...I curled my hair because for some reason I thought looking different might stop the pain.
...I used to have a drink at least 4 times a week.
...I was broke at the end of the month.
...I was fighting with my neighbour about where to park my car.
...I was trying to figure out whether I was brave enough to leave something that had been my life for 3 years and move back to a place where I no longer knew anyone and start fresh.
...I realised that I wasnt.
...I decided to move anyway.
...my dinner sometimes used to be a packet of biscuits.
...I barely saw my room.
...my reflection in the mirror looked completely different.
...I thought being stuck in a dead-end relationship was OK.
...I spent all my time with family when I came home on holidays.
...the little things used to matter.
...my life used to revolve around someone else.
...seems so far away.
...I believed in unconditional love.
...I worked till at least 11 every night.
...I ate chinese food almost every day - the spicier the better.
...I was so caught up with living in the past that I didnt realize what was happening right in front of me.
...he fell out of love and I didnt even realize it.
...I fell out of love and I didnt even realize it.
...my work came first.
...my uncle was fighting a losing battle for his life.
...I cried at the drop of a hat.
...I had escape routes and no responsibilities.
...I started caring about the way I looked and dressed.
...I was voted 'Best Newcomer' after 6 months of work.
...cold water baths were out of the question.
...getting a dog was a distant possibility.
...I curled my hair because for some reason I thought looking different might stop the pain.
...I used to have a drink at least 4 times a week.
...I was broke at the end of the month.
...I was fighting with my neighbour about where to park my car.
...I was trying to figure out whether I was brave enough to leave something that had been my life for 3 years and move back to a place where I no longer knew anyone and start fresh.
...I realised that I wasnt.
...I decided to move anyway.
...my dinner sometimes used to be a packet of biscuits.
...I barely saw my room.
...my reflection in the mirror looked completely different.
...I thought being stuck in a dead-end relationship was OK.
...I spent all my time with family when I came home on holidays.
...the little things used to matter.
...my life used to revolve around someone else.
...seems so far away.
November 23, 2005
The malluness of mallus
Note: No offence meant to anyone on this. Just a couple of observations sparked off by some recent events.
Ok so I'm a hardcore mallu fan myself...being a product of the species (albeit practically an outcast) its not like I have much of a choice on it...but they're definitely an amazing bunch of people...extremely strong-willed...and really good fun to be around...
This post is not about any of these things...it focuses primarily on qualities that seem to be characterisitic of them...and you can think its endearing (??) or irritating depending on how you look at it...
1) The need to know everything even about random strangers: I for one, have exceptionally bad reactions to this one and immediately feel the need to say something scandalous and innapropriate. For eg - I was at B&B with the Dodo's minus two and due to a fairly large intake of beer felt the need to run to the loo every 2 mins or so. And there's some wedding happening in the vicinity so on one of my trips there's this gaggle of old mallu aunty type women also waiting to use the loo.
Mallu Aunty 1: Sthalam evadya? (Where are you from?)
Me (blank stare): ----
Mallu Aunty 1 (to mallu aunty 2): Idha oru english type aana (She's one of those only speaking english types)
Me (attempting to redeem myself): Ilya inikya malayalam arayaam (No no I know malayalam)
Mallu Aunty 2: Oh ningalum kalyaanathana vanadaano? (Did you also come for the wedding?)
Me (hello?? I'm wearing jeans and a T-shirt! Do I look like I've come for a wedding??): Ilya kudikyaam vanadaana (I've come to drink my ass off!)
And run out of the restroom leaving shocked expressions all round!
2) The need to talk in malayalam to everyone around even when they're not in Kerala: As is clearly illustrated in the above. Though I cant really complain about it as I'm a guilty party as well. Especially when I need something urgent done at work, I rattle away...and in the most terrible malayalam...and it works too!!...if I'd said the same thing in english there's no way I'd be home by 7 almost everyday :)
There was this one time when I was flying to Colombo from Trivandrum and I didnt have some stamp on my passport that I apparently needed...but I stammered away in my broken malayalam...which was far worse in those days...and jumped on the flight anyway...though I dont know if thats because of the language bonding or my (ahem) exceptional powers of persuasion! Or it could just be that I whine a lot and it probably seemed like the easier option at the time.
3) The need to get sozzled and make complete asses of oneself: Especially prevalent in the males of the species between the age of 18-30. And a couple of females as well (sheepish smile). Particularly noticed this tendency when I was in college amongst my Bombay boys...it was almost always the mallus causing the havoc and creating the scenes and these pavam chinky/rajput/any other region above Karnataka guys who got caught up in the entire thing and walloped in the end!
4) The need to argue about everything: Potato...potaato...who cares!?!? Its a freakin' vegetable...you really dont need a 2 hour discussion on how to pronounce a stupid word...proper noun! If wasting time by having pointless arguements could be a career option, we mallus would rule!
5) The need to hitch up everyone above the age of 20: Ok I really do not get this one...so what if your 26? Your happy...you have a successful job...really nice friends...beautiful house...does it really matter that you dont have and maybe dont want the husband, the kids, the home with the white picket fences?
6) The need to be fair: With relation to skin colour. Why on earth does the colour of your skin have anything to do with how you look? If your fair does that automatically make you beautiful? And why does it seem to apply only to women? I've heard matchmakers actually reject women because they happened to be on the darker side.
7) The need to criticise everything coupled with an inability to pay compliments: According to the mallu dictionary, there is no such word as perfect. For eg - your going out for dinner...and your in that madly-in-love-cant-take-my-eyes-of-you stage...so you take the time to get all dressed up and smell nice and wash your hair and all that other "I'm in love" crap. And then K would say something like "Have you put on weight?" Like what the hell is that??
Oh and Rat, "What are those earrings?" would definitely qualify under this category!
8) The ability to take a joke: Definitely our best quality probably the only reason that I may not get pounded into the ground and beaten to a pulp for writing this post!
Ok so I'm a hardcore mallu fan myself...being a product of the species (albeit practically an outcast) its not like I have much of a choice on it...but they're definitely an amazing bunch of people...extremely strong-willed...and really good fun to be around...
This post is not about any of these things...it focuses primarily on qualities that seem to be characterisitic of them...and you can think its endearing (??) or irritating depending on how you look at it...
1) The need to know everything even about random strangers: I for one, have exceptionally bad reactions to this one and immediately feel the need to say something scandalous and innapropriate. For eg - I was at B&B with the Dodo's minus two and due to a fairly large intake of beer felt the need to run to the loo every 2 mins or so. And there's some wedding happening in the vicinity so on one of my trips there's this gaggle of old mallu aunty type women also waiting to use the loo.
Mallu Aunty 1: Sthalam evadya? (Where are you from?)
Me (blank stare): ----
Mallu Aunty 1 (to mallu aunty 2): Idha oru english type aana (She's one of those only speaking english types)
Me (attempting to redeem myself): Ilya inikya malayalam arayaam (No no I know malayalam)
Mallu Aunty 2: Oh ningalum kalyaanathana vanadaano? (Did you also come for the wedding?)
Me (hello?? I'm wearing jeans and a T-shirt! Do I look like I've come for a wedding??): Ilya kudikyaam vanadaana (I've come to drink my ass off!)
And run out of the restroom leaving shocked expressions all round!
2) The need to talk in malayalam to everyone around even when they're not in Kerala: As is clearly illustrated in the above. Though I cant really complain about it as I'm a guilty party as well. Especially when I need something urgent done at work, I rattle away...and in the most terrible malayalam...and it works too!!...if I'd said the same thing in english there's no way I'd be home by 7 almost everyday :)
There was this one time when I was flying to Colombo from Trivandrum and I didnt have some stamp on my passport that I apparently needed...but I stammered away in my broken malayalam...which was far worse in those days...and jumped on the flight anyway...though I dont know if thats because of the language bonding or my (ahem) exceptional powers of persuasion! Or it could just be that I whine a lot and it probably seemed like the easier option at the time.
3) The need to get sozzled and make complete asses of oneself: Especially prevalent in the males of the species between the age of 18-30. And a couple of females as well (sheepish smile). Particularly noticed this tendency when I was in college amongst my Bombay boys...it was almost always the mallus causing the havoc and creating the scenes and these pavam chinky/rajput/any other region above Karnataka guys who got caught up in the entire thing and walloped in the end!
4) The need to argue about everything: Potato...potaato...who cares!?!? Its a freakin' vegetable...you really dont need a 2 hour discussion on how to pronounce a stupid word...proper noun! If wasting time by having pointless arguements could be a career option, we mallus would rule!
5) The need to hitch up everyone above the age of 20: Ok I really do not get this one...so what if your 26? Your happy...you have a successful job...really nice friends...beautiful house...does it really matter that you dont have and maybe dont want the husband, the kids, the home with the white picket fences?
6) The need to be fair: With relation to skin colour. Why on earth does the colour of your skin have anything to do with how you look? If your fair does that automatically make you beautiful? And why does it seem to apply only to women? I've heard matchmakers actually reject women because they happened to be on the darker side.
7) The need to criticise everything coupled with an inability to pay compliments: According to the mallu dictionary, there is no such word as perfect. For eg - your going out for dinner...and your in that madly-in-love-cant-take-my-eyes-of-you stage...so you take the time to get all dressed up and smell nice and wash your hair and all that other "I'm in love" crap. And then K would say something like "Have you put on weight?" Like what the hell is that??
Oh and Rat, "What are those earrings?" would definitely qualify under this category!
8) The ability to take a joke: Definitely our best quality probably the only reason that I may not get pounded into the ground and beaten to a pulp for writing this post!
November 16, 2005
Midnight blues
Well not exactly there yet but its going to be a long night for sure...and to top it off I have cramps...really bitching cramps...my eyes are shutting...moodiness is back in full swing...and I'm pissed off coz I cant go to the gym and I really want to...I hate IT clients...they're the scum of the earth...and I thought my keeping-a-toothbrush-in-office, curse-all-Wiproites, Bangalore days were over...feels like I'm back at the beginning again...full circle really...except without the loving boyfriend to go home to and the amazing boss to cry and whine to...I'm home though...and there's Taika who always makes me feel better no matter what...but I have to be home for that...not stuck in this stupid office which is more like an icebox than anything else...I dont understand why people feel the need to lower the temperature so that your hands go blue and you need to wear a jacket to work in freakin' Madras...they're all demented...this is a really angry post...well not really angry, more like pissed off...like I just want to bitch-my-ass-off-to-somebody kind of pissed off post...I have a feeling that I'm going to re-read this and delete it...or not...ok I'm officially rambling now...
November 14, 2005
I'm it!
Tagged by the Ratster (haha I kind of like that Rat)...so without much ado:
Seven things I plan to do:
- Backpack across Europe - especially want to see Spain, Portugal, Italy, Greece and then maybe hop across to Morocco
- Study more - doing what and where still kind of undecided
- Buy a huge house by the sea where I can keep LOTS of dogs - other than pomeranians...hate them...
- Get a high flying job so I can be - so to speak - the corporate bitch :)
- South America baby - Kodath hold on I'm on my way!
- Work out - hey I'm trying!
- Fall in love again - not any time in the near future though - cant quite deal with it
- Sit through and even contribute to a certain extent to conversations that revolve solely around cars and women and off late even cricket!
- Drink, drink, drink and then drink some more
- Think that I have every illness known to mankind - I'm a hypochondriac
- Fake cry
- Have a conversation on the phone even though I'm sleeping and sound normal
- Have a conversation on the phone when I'm drunk and sound perfectly sober
- Read anything I can get my hands on - not as much after I started working though
Seven Things I Can't Do:
- Handle awkward situations - I run away at the hint of trouble brewing
- Desert someone who needs me
- Be the socialite ie pretend I love the world and hug and kiss everyone I meet
- Talk in Tamil - pathetic I know since I've lived here pretty much my entire life
- Go a day without listening to music
- Handle the cold - I freeze in Madras
- Multitask
Seven Things I Say Most Often:
- Shit happens
- Whatever man
- Shut up
- Stop irritating me
- Rocking
- You're such a rockstar
- So what?
Seven (Untagged) People I Want To Tag:
Hmm...noone I know blogs...
November 08, 2005
Kill all voicemail
What is it with all these "just-picked-up-their-bags-and-gone-to-America" types and their voicemail messages? Why cant they just pick up the damn phone?
Ok so first of all, its really annoying that everyone that I pretty much know has absconded halfway around the world...second of all its really irritating that out of this "everyone I know", about a quarter are people that I really care about...
Result: I have noone to whine to over here!
And when I feel the need to have a mid-week crisis whining session (like when I break a nail or get my jeans wet in this neverending rain) and I have to make an ISD call I expect them to bloody well pick up! Who cares if its 2 in the morning for them!!
So this is the scenario: I'm already in this mindf***ed state of mind. Pick up phone. Dial number. Wait with bated breath. Phone rings once...I cant wait to tell M about my rotten week...twice...he will pick up this time at least right? ...thrice...come on come on pick up pick up...four times...i cant believe the ass isnt picking up his phone!after my 40 or so e-mails blasting him about the same thing?...five times...one last chance to redeem yourself M...beep..."Hi, this is M, I cant come to the phone right now yada yada yada...
So I leave a really rude message for the nth time and slam down the phone...follow up with rude e-mail just to make sure the message is received loud and clear...
Hmm...maybe thats why he's not picking up though...
Ok so first of all, its really annoying that everyone that I pretty much know has absconded halfway around the world...second of all its really irritating that out of this "everyone I know", about a quarter are people that I really care about...
Result: I have noone to whine to over here!
And when I feel the need to have a mid-week crisis whining session (like when I break a nail or get my jeans wet in this neverending rain) and I have to make an ISD call I expect them to bloody well pick up! Who cares if its 2 in the morning for them!!
So this is the scenario: I'm already in this mindf***ed state of mind. Pick up phone. Dial number. Wait with bated breath. Phone rings once...I cant wait to tell M about my rotten week...twice...he will pick up this time at least right? ...thrice...come on come on pick up pick up...four times...i cant believe the ass isnt picking up his phone!after my 40 or so e-mails blasting him about the same thing?...five times...one last chance to redeem yourself M...beep..."Hi, this is M, I cant come to the phone right now yada yada yada...
So I leave a really rude message for the nth time and slam down the phone...follow up with rude e-mail just to make sure the message is received loud and clear...
Hmm...maybe thats why he's not picking up though...
November 01, 2005
Coming out of the closet
Well I guess the anonymity's kind of over...*sigh*...I think I miss it already...just left comments on Rat's and Ketchi's blogs as a symbol of my "coming out"...
Hello world, my name is Whines and I'm a blogger...
I think I'm mixing up coming out of the closet with AA meetings though.
Hello world, my name is Whines and I'm a blogger...
I think I'm mixing up coming out of the closet with AA meetings though.
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