After the April A to Z Challenge, I was so exhausted that I decided to take a break from writing. Then, a really sweet friend of mine, Maya Mahadevan, tagged me in the Bar-a-Thon Challenge 2017 and I could not stop myself from running back to my blog.
It is just a fortnight challenge and alternate day blogging, just seven posts so guess it gives a breather in between.
An English friend was supposedly very impressed with Kuch Kuch Hota Hai and wanted the consolidated version of it.
Conversation between the English friend, SRK fan friend and me
SRK Fan friend started to rant.
I volenterred to give a consolidated version
Popular Guy (PG) and Ugly Girl (UG) are best friends. Hot Girl (HG) enters the picture.
PG falls for HG and UG falls for PG. UG realizes this and vanishes.
PG married HG and meanwhile UG turns HG and is engaged to a Brawny Dumb Guy (BDG)
Original HG dies.
Years later, UG turned HG goes to a summer camp, which is also a family reunion for the PG.
PG and UG turned HG meet there. PG now wants this new HG too.
In the end, they get married.
BDG is the loser in the end
Also, the whole fiasco is created by an 8 year old kid of the PG & HG with her horny, dumb grandfather and a screeching grandmother.
English friend: I have to see this movie.
I tried to warn him.
A few days back, WWE wrestler Undertaker announced his retirement. Its been ages that I have stopped following WWE, but it has so much memories attached to it.
I used to watch it, when it was WWF,we had Hulk Hogan, Stone Cold Steve Austin (who for a long time I called Stone Cold Srivastav), Triple H, Dudley boys, The Rock, Chris Jerico, Big Show and so many more. Oh Yeah! How can I forget the favorite among the boys Trish ;-)
I remember buying a particular candy, only because they gave the WWE cards for free and exchanging them with friends LOL
Phew! So much nostalgia already.
Well, back to our man Undertaker.
I loved his entry. The entry music was my ringtone for a long time.
There were so many rumors about him then;
Undertaker is already dead
Undertaker sleeps in a coffin
Undertaker has nine lives and his lives are kept in a pot
Triple H broke 8 of Undertaker's life pots and only one is left.
There have been so many articles and open letters that has come up after Mira Rajput's infamous comment on babies and puppies.
I don't understand something, working mom or stay at home mom is a mom after all. All she wants is the best for her kid and in her own, way she does what she can do best. Working or not, is the mothers choice, but end result is her child's welfare which I think, the mother knows the best. I don't understand why people are being so judgmental and defensive.
A mom working or not doesn't define how a child grows up to be.
If a working mom gets a relaxing coffee break at work, she is sacrificing the time to be with her child. If a stay at home is getting to be with her child, she is giving up on her relaxing time.
Both moms are sacrificing something, all for only one tiny person, her baby, who is and forever will be special to her.
Working mom and a stay-at-home mom have their own set of responsibilities which they fulfill pretty well. Applause to both category moms.
Why this comparison of who is better?
Every mom is special. Accept it. Its not a competition
And FYI, puppies are like little babies and demand as much care.
"Stay Away From Someone So Much That They Miss You, Not So Much That They Forget You" - Anonymous
This quote so perfectly holds true in my life.
So, the plot goes like this;
We have two office buildings an I have two teams sitting in each building. I split my time between the two offices. When I don't have a meeting in one of the offices; I don't go there, well because the that office gives me this lonely feeling because of its high-walled cubicles.
So, I went to the other office after say; a week and I HAVE BEEN FORGOTTEN
My chair with my name sticker vanished (was found in a conference room) My LAN cable vanished Half of my stationery vanished My team mates forgot that I exist in the office because I am tiny and hidden behind a huge pillar. My water bottle looked sadly at me
This is heart-breaking. Me thinks me have to make my presence a little obvious here. Maybe I should suddenly break-out into a dance or something.
Today is my 11th "birth"day. If I am here, smiling and happy then all the credits go to the people who have supported me for so many years. I am blessed to have a beautiful family and amazing friends.
But, apart of my family and friends, there are a few special people whom I am eternally grateful for, they played a very integral part of who I am; and today on my "second" birth day, I want show my gratitude to them
Dr. Anil Bhatia
I wouldn't be me, if it wasn't for you. You are, and forever will be my favorite doctor for life. I think its your optimism that rubbed on me and made me confident enough to show my "scary" looking hand and proudly walk in that hospital when others were covering their injuries.
Thank you for everything that you have done for me. You gave me my life back
Subhasis Sir & Prashant Sir
You hired me when I was nothing. I lacked skills, I lacked on experience and still I was hired. I have learnt all what I use on the technical front from you guys. I have learnt 80% of my MS Excel from you.
Thank you for encouraging me to do my Masters and help me complete it too.
Mini Manakame She was my manager a few months back. She was a mentor to me. An amazing leader for her team. She had this regal air to her. The way she walked, she way she talked. I wanted to be just like her. I wanted to imitate everything she did. I wanted to learn so much from her in that small 10 month stint. She never got angry, always calm. At her position, she really didn't need to accompany us minions for lunch or actually come out of her office and say that she won't join. At that Level, she had no need to ask us minions about our lives, but she cared, she was compassionate towards her team, she dealt every situation so beautifully, be it a team achievement or a team issue, she just knew what to do. She gave credits to a good job done. she taught me perfection. she taught me little things. she was there to guide me, very supportive every time. If I ever I have a team, I want to be like her. I am and will be in awe of her all my life 11 years, and some things just remain with you for life. Now, when I say what happened then, I feel like I am narrating a story. It is a story though, the longest, most influencing chapter in the story of my life.
This weekend, we were driving back from somewhere are started talking about ghosts and ghouls, then the topic diverted to beliefs and rumors about ghosts.
Then I told Awin about the "Teen Mundi Bhoot" (The headed witch) rumor that was spreading in our school when I was about 7. (which I am sure many of my friends would remember)
The rumor was that the Teen Mundi Bhoot is a lady with long hair, bloody teeth and red eyes, wears a white gown and floats, knocks the door and eats up all the little kids at home. My brother, then was 3 and I started weeping my heart out saying "I need to go home and save my brother"
I remember the teachers had to call my parents to pacify me and ensure that my little brother is safe.
Today, when I look back, I feel, even now if there is a "Teen Mundi Bhoot" lurking around to eat my brother, I would still weep and try to save him. (while I was saying this, my eyes got moist, my voice started to quiver)
First time ever, I saw the "Awww" look in my husband's eyes.
So, here I am on a weekend, plonked on my balcony swing with nice hot chocolate and a plate of shortbread.
I take a bite of a yummy shortbread, drop a few crumbs on my laptop that has a few social media sites open and very frequently I read people on social media sharing "I would travel and gather memories than gather a huge bank balance" I wonder, how many of them really mean it. I mean, honestly I can touch my heart and say, I would rather have a huge bank balance, a nice house of my own and limited travel memories than be broke, on the road and a lot of memories when I am old.
I can't imagine him with her, kissing good night
Last evening, while walking down from the shop to our place, this conversation happened.
After the April A to Z Challenge, I was so exhausted that I decided to take a break from writing. Then, a really sweet friend of mine, Maya Mahadevan, tagged me in the Bar-a-Thon Challenge 2017 and I could not stop myself from running back to my blog.
An English friend was supposedly very impressed with Kuch Kuch Hota Hai and wanted the consolidated version of it.
My chair with my name sticker vanished (was found in a conference room)
When you tell your kid's age. Say it in years after the kid is 1.
Dr. Anil Bhatia 
The rumor was that the Teen Mundi Bhoot is a lady with long hair, bloody teeth and red eyes, wears a white gown and floats, knocks the door and eats up all the little kids at home. My brother, then was 3 and I started weeping my heart out saying "I need to go home and save my brother" 
