tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78181237725906967852024-02-20T04:57:44.200-08:00hee-hawsoniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15380063919493350895noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818123772590696785.post-71552266841876695502012-10-16T11:26:00.000-07:002012-10-16T11:29:51.450-07:00Karmic Konnection<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It’s not every day that you meet someone who you “click” with...pure connection... some weird magical sorta way.
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And it’s fine to not have not much in common...to not have the same taste in food, clothes, movies, or behaviour but still a connect. A pure simple connect. Some sort of “high” if I may put it as. Right?
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The most unusual of places to be friends at, the most monotonous of notes to strike a chord at, the most unexpected beginnings with no ending, BUT the most simplest and purest of all connections.
The right kinda wrong.
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I call it the Karmic Konnection.soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15380063919493350895noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818123772590696785.post-4026879683501993102012-10-16T01:33:00.005-07:002012-10-16T11:30:46.305-07:00Tempt your temptation<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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“A man cannot destroy the savage in him by denying the impulses. The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it."
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In the first read, it doesn’t make an impact.
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Wait... let me put it this way – Unless you have something luring you enough, the statement above doesn’t make sense.
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Be surrounded by the Devil and you’d know where you stand.
Be lured by the temptation and you’d know how strong you really are.
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I don’t think real strength lies in fighting the temptation. The real strength lies in facing it. Tempting it. Poking it, enticing it, aggravating it, tasting it, and then saying.... “Done!”
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Need I say more? soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15380063919493350895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818123772590696785.post-9070065319554613252011-03-08T12:34:00.000-08:002011-03-08T12:39:01.718-08:00Sour today...gone tomorrow...Then what!??Remember how i once spoke about a safety net. We all have one. We just need to fall once to know that it is still there – to save us from crashing or hitting the ground.<br /><br />I realized we all have a pillar too. Right behind us. We just need to know exactly how far and how strong it is. The pillar too supports you when you are about to fall – backwards (of course). But sometimes it ain’t a good idea to check how “strong” it actually is, in the wrong way.<br /><br />You know, like ducking when life throws all those lemons at you. You smartly duck and let your pillar have it all. And sometimes you throw lemons yourself at the pillar just to show that you can do without it. Not to forget that life sometimes also throws bigger things – err...maybe big ripe full-grown watermelons!<br />And you duck again. You manage to save yourself. You turn only to see your pillar crashing in the most unexpected way.<br /><br />And oh, how would I know, you ask. Err...experience talks honey, experience talks.<br /><br />I thought I was tough. I thought I was strong enough to take care of myself – without the pillar. And i ducked every time I faced life’s lemons. Sometimes I threw rotten lemons (read: tantrums) at my pillar to evade all the feelings that up-roared.<br /><br />I wanted to be cold and heartless. I wanted to be strong enough to control my emotions and my feelings and my thoughts and my fears. I ignored my pillar that supported me for so long. So much so, that I put it through troubled waters, quite a few times.<br /><br />So when the pillar crashed – I still thought I could stand and brave the Northern Winds. Seems like I was just fooling my self. The first gust, full of lemons, got me. And got me bad. The “strong” mask, I wore for so long, fell off. It felt worse than a band-aid rip off. And all I was left was with, were tears.<br /><br />I thought I was smart enough to never let anyone or anything hurt me. I didn’t care about the winds, the lemons, the feelings and the blows. I used them, lemons, for my vodka. But when the cold wind hit me and the blows got me down - I couldn’t even move. The lemon sprinkled vodka finally "hit" me.<br /><br />I know I’m not making any sense. How can I?!??! Life doesn’t make sense to me either. <br />What I hailed as my support and my pillar is no longer there. <br /><br />So finally what am I getting at? <br />I don’t know. <br /><br />All I know is that you must never hurt your pillar. 'Coz once down – it’s not often that you get support instantly. So be mindful of your support. It might not be there when you need it the most. If your pillar gets too sour - it breaks. What do you do then?soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15380063919493350895noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818123772590696785.post-56406962434226557572011-03-08T12:30:00.000-08:002011-03-08T12:34:33.389-08:00Ex are KnotsEver played the game – X and Knots, where you fill a matrix of 9 boxes with “x” and “o” to strike three in a line. And why? To win. Of course! The person choosing “x” gets to start, and if smart enough wins too!<br /><br />So in real life – do you entice your “ex” to be on your side and play games with your “ex” just to win?<br />All wise people know that you can never be friends with your “ex”. I sadly realized it late. After having chosen a “knot”. <br /><br />I thought there is just no harm in being “friends”. <br />Seems like life teaches you all your lessons – one by one. And sometimes not in the most docile manner. <br /><br />Why do you need to be friends with your “ex”? Don’t you already have “other” friends? <br /><br />Yeah, but maybe no one as close to you as your “ex” – who knows you in-&-out; who knows every little detail of your life; right from the time you open your eyes each morning till the time you shut them at night – in bed. Right from your favorite colors to your favorite food to each item in your closet. And who’d also love you truly in your “mood swings” and bad days and good days and average days; who’d care for you the most when even it’s just a thorn that scratched your arm; or a blade that almost ripped your finger apart. Who’d sometimes stay awake just to see you sleep peacefully. Who’d always hold you in his heart even when you decide to move on.<br /><br />It could be a very selfish motive to still be friends with your ex. It might even feel like a game. Just because you like the “comfort zone”; just because you are habituated to that person’s existence; just because you can be in your skin around him. Just because you know each time you turn the familiar face would greet you with arms wide open. Just because having an “ex” sometimes makes you win. <br />Just because....<br /><br />But its time you stop being selfish.<br /><br />It’s time you let him off the hook.<br /><br />It’s time you realize - You can never be friends with your ex.<br /><br />“Ex”s are knots that you need to untangle soon. Ex-s are meant to be "let go".<br /><br />Ex are Not friends.<br /><br />I might not make much sense. But that’s okay. I make sense to me. And I’m happy not winning the game.soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15380063919493350895noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818123772590696785.post-73256642179507833532011-01-18T07:25:00.001-08:002011-01-18T07:25:59.016-08:00Saala BhaaluAndy stormed into Vishal’s room, unannounced of course. <br />“Vishal? Dude man…where art thou?”<br />“In a minute…” yelled Vishal from the bathroom.<br />“I don’t really need you out here. You are no good. Just tell me where the maal is…”<br /><br />The thing about a guys’ room is the informal atmosphere – welcoming anyone and everyone who has dope and/or moolah or easy access to them.<br /><br />Andy made himself comfortable on Eppa’s bed - legs dangling, upper body supported by the left elbow and mind engrossed in solving the rubik's cube that was an essential part of Eppa’s property.<br />Vishal stepped out of the bathroom and looked around. Jat had just walked in. His perfect physique always attracted many a girls but the moment he opened his mouth they disappeared faster than the speed of light. Or the way Andy usually said – “faster than a fart in a fan factory”.<br />The trio looked at each other. Expressionless as usual. <br />“Koi mar gaya kya?” Andy asked Jat.<br />“Filhaal toh nahi. Kyu tera irada hai kya?” said Jat – trying to sound smart – and macho.<br /><br />“Saala mera he room milta hai tumko har baar- no khoon kharaba here…” Vishal muttered as if talking to the air. He walked towards his cupboard and started fiddling with the items– and soon his casual search turned fanatic. <br />“What the fuck…!!!”<br />“Yeah tell me you misplaced it – loser. Saala ek kaam you can’t do properly” came Andy’s flying comment, who by the way was still engrossed in solving the cube.<br />“Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck….”<br />“Eh you stop fucking and tell me what’s happening” interrupted Jat as usual in his thick Haryanvi accent.<br />“Don’t bother brother…aaand I’m done!” said Andy flinging the cube towards Jat. Jat managed to catch the cube before it hit his privates. “Aee…future khatre mein mat daal!!!”<br />“Jat ko ghaath nahi hota…” laughed Andy and winked at Jat.<br />“Yo loser – mila kya?” Andy said turning his lazy gaze towards Vishal.<br />“I rolled the last joint with the maal- 80% maal 20% tobacco - put the joint in a small packet – put the packet in my brown jacket’s left pocket and put the jacket in here. Saala – no Jacket now!”<br />“Lair. I’m sure you smoked up without us…stop making stories”<br />“Fucker I’m not lying. Jat ki kasam…”<br />“Meri maaro tum sab…” Jat looked at them as he stopped playing with the cube.<br />“Yaar woh jacket…? Is it on the bed? Or the door? Or the chair?”<br /><br />The trio looked around the room and finally at each other.<br />“Shit! EPPA!!!” they screamed unanimously and darted out of the room like the first bullet out of an H&K - MP5 threatening its target with grave, imminent and lethal damage!<br />Running across the campus they bumped into Gosh. <br />“Oye did you see Eppa?”<br />“You know something’s happened in senior’s ka room…Rajan was freaking out majorly and literally stripping some of our classmates. Saala juniors ki bohot le raha hai” Gosh went on.<br />“We’ve been in our room. So no idea. No care. Did you see Eppa woh bol…” spurted Vishal.<br />“I guess I saw him walk towards the canteen or the amphitheatre…whaa…”<br />And before Gosh could ask or say anything more the trio charged towards the canteen. They rushed in and started looking for their “bear” figured Eppa. For a split second, everyone in there stared at them blankly before resuming their banter and eating.<br /><br />They rushed out again to hunt the “bear” and found him sitting under a tree behind the canteen. Smoking, smiling and waving at them.<br />“Eppa…bhaalu…tell me u didn’t…” started Vishal.<br />“Tell you I didn’t….but what?” smiled Eppa stubbing the cigarette in his hand.<br />“Did you smoke the joint from this jacket?” questioned Andy, pretty sternly.<br />“Yep”<br />“Saala bhaalu..!!” cursed Andy.<br />The constant grinning and smirking of Eppa made the jokers ultimately smile too. <br /><br />They sat beside him.<br />“My first time you see…hehehe…” Eppa grinned like a five year girl. “And you know what – I’m feeling very impatient..very jumpy..tingling sensations all over…kuch kuch ho raha haiiii” <br />“I feel like jumping…and running…or maybe run and jump..or,” he continued.<br />“You mean hurdles?” completed Jat, and got a dhaap from Andy.<br />“Yeah put more words in his mouth. Saala. Stop giving him ideas.”<br />“Hurdles it is!!!” jumped Eppa excitedly.<br />“Shit!” sighed Vishal.<br />And before they could say Jack Robinson Eppa was already running and jumping over imaginary hurdles.<br />“Catch him before a professor spots him,” screamed Andy and jumped up.<br /><br />But Eppa was on a different trip now. He was like the uncontrollable grizzly bear on a rampage. But he made a rather disgustingly funny sight running in his dirty black trousers that hung pretty low revealing his brown Dixcye innerwear, the stinky red tee-shirt which hadn’t been washed for over a month now tugging out of his trousers and Vishal’s brown jacket that he zabardasti tried to fit in looking trapped on his big bulky frame. And he was sprinting with his hands in the air, jumping like a five year lass in open fields, full of glee on attaining her first Barbie doll (maybe).<br />It was an uphill task for the three musketeers to get a hold of Eppa and humor him all the way to the hostel room, but not before they stumbled, fell or tripped over the stones or simply entangled in each other’s legs trying to hold Eppa and walk him straight.<br /><br />They were almost seriously injured by the time they reached the room and Jat tried putting Eppa on his bed. Eppa dropped with a plop on the bed crushing Jat’s right arm underneath him.<br />“Ahh…my head is spinning crazy…” cried Eppa.<br />“Ahh…my hand is hurting crazy…” cried Jat.<br />Andy and Vishal sat panting on Vishal’s bed facing the other two. <br />Jat managed to free his arm and got up heaving a sigh of relief. <br /><br />“Dekho yaar…don’t spoil Eppa,” he preached.<br />“But we didn’t force him or ask him to smoke up. He found it. He did it. Bhaalu is not a minor anymore and I’m guessing he has a mind of his own,” Vishal replied, a bit angry.<br />“Jo bhi…you guys smoke in front of him…so maybe he’s trying to imitate you or fit in”, Jat went on.<br />“Yeah we smoke in front of you too. But you are still the same. Body builder jat,” the critic in Andy answered.<br />“Meri baat alag hai…”<br />“Bhaalu is not a kid. Or wait. Maybe he is. Did you see him run and jump and dance abhi…hahahaha…” cracked Andy.<br />Andy leaned on Vishal’s bed and happened to see a dirty filthy tee-shirt on the bed and Vishal followed his gaze. Their eyes met. <br />“When’s your birthday man?” asked Andy.<br />“That’s not mine…”<br />Andy picked up the tee carefully by the tip of his forefinger and thumb and threw it on Eppa’s face, who seemed to have passed out instantly after dropping on the bed.<br />“Fatte strong joint tha…look at bhaalu pass out” smirked Andy.<br />“Saala Bhaalu…”<br />Andy turned to where he’d picked up the shirt from and noticed a small white packet. He picked it up and opened it – to discover a joint.<br />Vishal stared blankly at Andy and Jat’s towering figure closed in on them.<br />“Fuck! Yeh… bhaalu ne kya maara!?!?” blurted a shocked Vishal.<br />“Yeh pooch – kiska maara!” exclaimed Andy. <br />No sooner had Andy completed his sentence Gosh came running in, “Vishal, Andy…Juniors called in Rajan’s room…major panga man! Someone flicked his expensive Manali ka maal!”<br /><br />Andy and Vishal froze. They looked at Jat who was standing – expressionless (yes, as usual). Vishal looked at Eppa move. He was trying to get up. Maybe the stench from the tee-shirt disturbed his sweet slumber. He tried opening his eyes. “I’m hungry…” he said rubbing his eyes.<br />“Koi mar gaya kya…?” asked Eppa in a funny tone with his eyes still red.<br />“Haan…tu,” came Andy’s blank response.soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15380063919493350895noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818123772590696785.post-23898467721140470212011-01-18T07:24:00.000-08:002011-01-18T07:25:17.636-08:00If Only...X sat by the window staring into the vast nothingness that engulfed her, bit by bit. The blankness of her mind reflected on her face. She was lost. Without a trace. <br /><br />Ever since she started working in this big city, this was all she wanted. Her dream house. A 2BHK in one of the most elite areas of the busy city of Calcutta. She ensured that it was designed by one of the top architects of Pune – her hometown. And what a commendable job had he done. Anyone and everyone visiting her place complimented her on her taste and selection. Little wonder she had the “nazar battu” hanging upside down on the door to keep the evil eye at bay.<br /><br />The living room was spotless and clutter-free, with just a big blue sofa and the big screen LCD. The smart use of sea blue, yellow, beige and a bit of brown gave the living room a very contemporary feel. The open kitchen gave her ample of space to move around and definitely easy access to the living room, the bar area and the balcony. The balcony was amongst her favourite places to relax. The bean bags put out in the open, with a small coffee table to hold her coffee mugs, made it the perfect corner for her “me time” after work. <br /><br />Being the PR head of a national level agency really was taxing. The clients sometimes chewed her brain inside-out over matters that were so trivial and silly that she needed more than her usual two coffee breaks in office. But honestly the coffee there wasn’t up to her taste. She preferred the rich black taste of the finely ground Davidoff Coffee she especially got from Singapore. And it wasn’t unusual for her to zoom home in her Honda Civic (her first car) just to enjoy her coffee sometimes in the middle of the day. Yes, she was fast and a bit rash – but never reckless.<br /><br />Her room was her real abode. The glass door behind the wooden one was etched to maintain privacy. The light green walls weren’t her idea. But now they seemed to clam her the minute she walked in. The astute use of pink, blue and silver all over the study table, dressing table and her huge walk in closet fascinated everyone who peeped in to “check out” her place.<br /><br />Her bed – a queen sized wooden structure with the softest Sleepwell mattresses embraced her the moment she dropped on it. Her bedside was never empty. Books, pen and a writing pad always adorned the lamp-stand on her left. She wouldn’t fall asleep without reading either a romantic- fiction or a spooky thriller. So she either had absolutely romantic dreams or terrifying nightmares, depending on her selection for the night. More often than not, she’d pen random thoughts which eventually made sense after a couple of drinks.<br /><br />The dressing table was placed close to her study table; and the study table was right beside the big window. Come to think of it – her room had only three walls. Her “big” window made up for the fourth wall. Her laptop, a Zoo-Zoo pen holder, a calendar (from Channel V featuring her favourite Professor Sodhi) reading today’s date (Monday 13th Dec.), couple of files, and books and a very ornate picture frame with her picture in it, decked the study table.<br /><br />Her most favourite part in the room (apart from her bed) was the sill of her big window that overlooked the swimming pool of the classic township- Rosewood Estate - which she was now a resident of. She had been very adamant on having this huge a window with an extended ledge where she could relax and sip her coffee and just “not think”. And that’s where she would sit and talk to her angels too. Yes, she believed in them. She believed they would keep her safe and sane in times of distress. The white-green-yellow curtains that hung smartly and usually sashayed with the first touch of the breeze today lay frighteningly still.<br /><br />Her blankness was disturbed as the key turned in the lock outside. <br />“It must be Y”, she thought looking towards her bedroom door. Y always came to her room first before walking into hers. <br />But today she was taking awfully long. Almost ten minutes and no sign of Y.<br />“Y...I’m in here”, she called out.<br /><br />But it was another ten minutes before Y walked in. Her short hair crop, fair skin and petite size often lead people to think she was a teenager. But Y was as old as X – 25 and a commercial pilot at that. This was her first year with the airline and after those gruesome training months she was now the First Officer. <br /><br />X and Y had met through some common friends at a party and hit it off darn well in their first ever interaction. They shared almost the same taste in books, drinks, music, lifestyle and men. Naturally, it didn’t take them long to bond. Even their temperaments were similar and their thought processes of the same frequency and wave-length. And before one could say “Jack Robinson” Y had agreed to share a place with X. Her roster kept her busy flying and away from home for about three or four days a week but when she was home – it was usually spent resting, reading and waiting for X so that they could (occasionally) paint the town red, pink and florescent with their wild parties and shopping sprees and dining and catching up with other friends. And if they were low on energies, a whole Sunday at their favourite spa was enough to get them rejuvenated.<br /><br />Y was wearing a “little black dress”, her glares resting on her head, and the dark circles around her sullen teary eyes hinted smudged mascara and kohl. She looked definitely pale walking lifeless with a folded newspaper in her right hand. It appeared as if she was hesitating to step into the room, and the moment she reached the threshold, she couldn’t hold back her tears. She sat on the bed and buried her face in her palms. The newspaper was now by her side.<br /><br />X just looked at her. Somehow she couldn’t gather enough energy to even walk those five steps towards the bed to be by her side.<br />“What happened bebo?” X asked. Her tone expressed concern.<br />Y was still crying.<br />“Let me make some strong coffee for you...” said X as she now sat facing Y, almost about to get up.<br /><br />“Why did you do it? Why? It was just an argument…” cried Y.<br />X couldn’t take it anymore. “What the hell is wrong with you? Well if you want me to apologise for last night – I’m sorry...I was outta my mind…” said X turning her gaze to the pool below the window ledge.<br /><br />Without a word, Y removed a bright pink envelope that was hidden inside the newspaper and walked up to the study table. She wiped her tears, picked up the picture frame, and kissed it. <br />“If only....”<br />Y was too choked to complete her sentence. She put it back on the table and placed the pink envelope right next to it. <br /><br />“Ab yeh kya...?” asked X turned and reached out for the pink unaddressed envelope. <br /> <br />She opened it. It was the wedding invitation card they both were waiting for.<br />“Is this ours? When and where did you get it?” asked X as she looked towards the quiet figure of Y who was now standing by the bed – with the newspaper in her hand.<br /><br /> <br />X quickly opened the card to read its contents. <br />The invite read: <br /><br />Because you have shared in our lives<br />your friendship and love, we<br />X and Y <br />invite you to share the beginning of our new life together <br />when we exchange our marriage vows <br />on<br />Saturday, 18th December <br />at <br />Eleven in the morning <br />at Roohi Villa, 10 WestSide Street, Calcutta.<br /><br /><br />X smiled with the wave of happiness that rose within her, as she read the golden inked words and she looked towards Y, who now looked absorbed in a newspaper article, with her tears still flowing uncontrollably. X placed the envelope back on the table and walked towards Y to halt right behind her. And before X could decipher anything she chanced to look at the dressing table mirror on her left. <br /><br />All she could see was the reflection of Y, crying as she held the newspaper. She turned her gaze to the newspaper article Y was reading...<br /><br />“Rosewood Estate resident dies as car spins out of control<br />In a tragic accident last night, X Kapoor of Rosewood Estate lost her life. It is believed that her car (Honda civic – 9119) spun out of control and collided with the divider on WestSide Street, and over-turned to hit the pavement killing Kapoor instantly. She was the PR head of a leading advertising agency of the city.”soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15380063919493350895noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818123772590696785.post-62386863906965230222010-07-09T08:13:00.001-07:002010-07-09T08:22:18.656-07:00#BoredU'd know how bored Ex-rookie and me were on Friday nite at wrk... chk out our conversation!<br /><br /><br />me: hey - u r my psycho-analysis guru/devi !!!!<br /> R: i thought u were calling me ur psycho-- your own personal psycho weapon to launch on others<br /> me: hahaha<br />that too!!!!<br />me: u kick some royal arse!<br />i like i like<br /> R: no. my short height actually prevents me from kicking ass<br /> me: bt u reach the ryt spot<br /> R: but i give a good kick in the balls, occasionally<br /> me: or even a punch<br />eeeuuu!!!!<br />R: yeah, have done both<br /> me: u hv !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /> R: to very satisfying results <br />me: tel me !!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />R: yeah, look at my height<br /> me: hmm… explains a lot<br /> R: kneed a guy once and punched another once<br />the punch was a joke, but it still hurt<br /> me: in the groin!??? u punched a guy thr!<br />wow<br />i punched a moron in his stomach once<br />kinda bad<br /> R: though the stomach hurts more<br />the balls hurt their ego also even more<br /> me: hmm… true story<br />oh m sooo bored….i wna do smthg fun<br /> R: like dancing naked?<br /> me: tht wud b too much o fun .... for the office ppl !<br /> R: yeah, fun baantne se baddhta hai<br /> me: yeh gum nahi hai --- fun hai<br /> R: gum bantne se thodi badhta hai<br /> me: mera gum badega -- unka fun badega<br />R: we are not talking of chewing gum here<br />you are too picky<br />just select a good fun activity and stick to it<br />i vote for dancing naked <br />majority wins<br /> me: majority!!!!??????<br />R: oh sorry, im the minority here<br /> me: u r ONE person<br />ONE TINY person<br />one Point<br />R: ONE person can make all the difference<br />me: or a line<br />a standing line<br />err.. i mean - vertical<br />R: Yeah, one sober standing like<br />yea, i got tha <br /> me: hehehe<br /> R: you dirty mind<br /> me: me clean mind<br />i wntd to clean the floor too (*hd spilled some coffee on the office floor and volunteered to clean it but the office boy was too nice to let me)<br />R: yeah sure<br />oh god aunty<br />stop worrying abt the floor<br />what are you so worried abt<br /> me: m jz telling u how clean i m<br /> R: you are not gonna sleep on it<br /> me: and my mind too<br /> R: oh yeah, by that logic sahara people would be the biggest perverts on earth<br /> me: if u punch me - i mite sleep thr<br />hahahaahahah<br />*bt y?<br />i mean - y sahara ppl<br />R: desert<br />no water<br /> me: euuu<br />R: they are also one of the poorest<br /> me: i thot of the company -sahara<br />hum hain sahara - bharat hai humara<br /> R: joke understanding #FAIL<br /> me: joke understanding #a notch higher<br /> R: hashtagging #fail<br /> me: fail #fail<br />R: Fail #fail= #WIN<br />and i am #WIN <br />ha you #fail<br />me: it aint - like 2 negatives mk a positive<br />#jz so that u kno<br />me: u wna go eat smthg now? or on the way to high spirit wid CB?<br />heheh<br />R: yeah, i'll have something with chubby boy<br /> me: niceeee<br />i c a "glee" #Nice<br />R: glee?<br />me: m gonna #-ish u<br /> R: hashish me<br />oh i'd like that<br /> me: all the time - as much as i can<br /># Corny<br />R: dude- 1st rule of #: The # and the word are stuck to each other like a pair of intercoursing eels. <br /> me: #like<br /> R: #getit<br />me: the ‘space’ kinda is clean #sophisticated<br />R: oh god woman<br /> me: #enjoy<br /> R: ok stop<br /> me: #loveme<br /> R: it is #ANNOYING<br /> me: #i kno<br /> R: what love me<br />what the fuck<br />me: no no - say #WTF<br />R: no <br /> me: pz say na<br />#plz<br /> R: #WHATTHEFUCKISTHISGOINGON<br /> me: #guess<br />#-ishing u<br /> R: dear friend, due to your continued and annoying excessive #-ishing me, i am going to block you from my chat now. #kthxbai<br /> me: #ouch<br />#sad<br />#sorry<br />do u wnt me to sing for u<br />i can<br />the best song eva<br />(singing) plz forgive me....<br />R: from your cube<br />oh god<br /> me: (singing) i know not wt i do<br />no no singing here #silly<br />R: are you sure you want me to forgive you<br /> me: (singing) plz forgive me - i cant stop #ishing u<br />me: i no keel u (*influenced by Achmed –the dead terrorist)<br />#love<br />R: man these headphones are bad. they cant cancel out the i keel you noise<br />oh god<br />R: RAKHI SAWANT skin specialist kade geli ani vicharle <br />"aanghol kartana kai lavoo?" <br />Skin specialist: "Bai tu fakta daar laav"<br /> me: hahahaha<br />#reallyfunnysoniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15380063919493350895noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818123772590696785.post-85608507724774759222010-05-17T07:34:00.000-07:002010-05-17T07:39:44.862-07:00Ex-RookieSo here's the thing...my new work place is fantastic...and my new collegues-even better!<br />The one I wish to mention about has been christened "Ex-Rookie" by yours truly...and she surely says the darnest of all things!<br />Read a few quips to know what i mean -<br />* I look fat upside down! (Standing in the elevator, looking up at the ceiling that reflected her image)<br />* Fuck! I hate my hands... (just 'coz she couldn't carry 10 thousand things that she wanted to while crossing the ever-crowded road)<br />We have christened our immediate authorities as CP & CB (yeah some kick we get outta it).soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15380063919493350895noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818123772590696785.post-15400721142826078712009-06-29T01:30:00.001-07:002009-06-29T01:30:55.463-07:00How Well Do U Know Ur Alphabets…This seems like a funny lil’ question eh– how well do u know ur alphabets?<br />M sure u nit-wits wud say Pretty Well…but what lies beneath the qstn is – how WELL do u know ‘em!!!<br /><br />Well…when I first learnt the alphabets, there seemed this natural bond that I formed with them. They appeared like a huge soap opera setting.<br />My brains thot of this whole soap opera thngy in an era when “The Bold & The Beautiful” maybe was just conceived.<br />And people in India recognized “soap” as nothing more than a cleanser.<br /><br />All the 26 alphabets have a unique character, a role that is inscribed in my head so well that nowadays I link up TV/Movie stars with certain alphabets.<br /><br />Wanna know how…<br /><br />A is like this old sophisticated man who leads the pack (The GodFather). The rest of the jing bang is scared of him but he makes sure whoeva needs help, gets it!<br /><br />B is in a way the “wife” of A. She takes care of the house and their child (C) and makes sure all their needs are met (*cough* typical housewife).<br /><br />C is the lovechild of A & B. A total brat. Like me. (No u morons, m not a love child…err…I mean I was born out of love(making) and ofcourse marriage).<br />Everyone seems protective about C, but she doesn’t really seem to care. She always follows her heart/head/dreams.<br /><br />C is pretty fond of D and tries to hang out with the old man a lot. (Yup, D is somewhat grandpa’s age). He teaches her music and art and theatre. (Wow! Some grandpa!)<br /><br />E is an orphan whoz brought up by D. He’s the “good” son that every parent desires. No bad habits. No bad company. Intelligent, smart and very reserved.<br /><br />F is the real brother of E, but totally opposite in nature. He’s into bad company, gambling, smuggling and the works. Right from childhood, F was a rebellion who unlike his brother discovered a different “kick” in following the ways of G.<br /><br />G is the bad element of society here. (Yeah, in spite of people loving the G-string!)<br />He runs his own “company” – the G-company, brooding anti-social elements. But he has a soft corner for F, so limits F’s activities to just gambling and smuggling. F lives like a king, splurging money on monetary pleasures.<br /><br />Next comes in a different set of family.<br />H is the elder brother of I. Both orphans. They live together. H is a hard working, intelligent and righteous fellow who’s made a stand in society.<br />I is a “special” kid. He’s a slow learner. He is 15 (physically) but has the brain of a 5 year old. H wants a wife who’d be a mother to I. His life revolves around I.<br /><br />J is the (somewhat shrewd) father of K who wants L to marry his daughter K.<br />J tries to play his cards right to get what he desires.<br />K is the soft-spoken, clean hearted good daughter of a bad father.<br />L is the rich dude. Owning lotsa businesses. Smart, Intelligent, Sophisticated.<br /><br />Now here’s a little twist again.<br />M & N are best friends (girls).<br />L falls in love with N, the first time he sees her. M plays cupid and tries to hook them up.<br />But N also has a responsibility.<br />Her younger brother O needs a lotta attention and care.<br /><br />L promises to take care of them both.<br />(Phew! Talk about a soap opera at the age of 2!)<br /><br />Another new turn.<br /><br />P & Q are the 2 wise old men, who sit on the park’s bench every evening holding intelligent discussions. They talk about current affairs, news, politics, sports. And they never meddle with anyone. Neither do others bother them.<br />They know the skin & deeds of the rest of the alphabets. But they never go around advising anyone. They prefer being silent spectators. Wise!<br /><br />Now, R is a total ass-kisser. He tries to make money off S.<br />S is a sweet old lady who’s oblivious to the ways of the world. All she cares about is her son T.<br />T is a young lad who studied in the US, earned lotta merit and is now back to do smthg worthwhile in his country. He loves his mom and dad U.<br />U & S are a divorced couple. The only link they have is T.<br />V is T’s friend. Or shud I say “best friend”.<br /><br />W is just another character in the soap. (An extra)<br />X reminds me of Xylophone. Hence a musician who makes his living by playing in renowned clubs of the city.<br />Z is an animal lover (maybe coz I can only think of a Zebra).<br /><br />Hmmm…so that’s that.<br /><br />Boy! Talk about imagination!!!<br />Every time I think of my alphabets, this is the entire link up that flashes in my mind.<br />Feels like I know them as people, and not just Alphabets!soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15380063919493350895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818123772590696785.post-58208597586534498422009-06-27T13:48:00.000-07:002009-06-27T13:53:49.938-07:00WHY MEN ARE NEVER DEPRESSEDA friend (male of course) jz passed this to me....& being a good soul i thot i'd share it with u all...<br /><br />Men Are Just Happier People --<br />What do you expect from such simple creatures?<br />Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. You can be President. You can never be pregnant.<br />You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park.<br />Car mechanics tell you the truth.. The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky. You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character.<br /><br />Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental-$100. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them.<br />New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet. One mood all the time.<br />Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.. You know stuff about tanks. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.<br /><br />Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everything on your face stays its original colour. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to shave your face and neck. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You can 'do' your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a moustache.<br />You can play with toys all your life.<br />One wallet and one pair of shoes -- one colour for all seasons.<br />You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.<br />No wonder men are happier.soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15380063919493350895noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818123772590696785.post-90205942652041378432009-06-27T13:47:00.000-07:002009-06-27T13:48:26.943-07:00Live & Learn & Pass it to all !Through my working career, I’ve learnt a lot. And drawn a certain conclusion regarding a certain section of society. I wish I could name it. But the fear of raising a social uproar and in the best interest of society/humanity (and my life), I hold back my tongue/fingers.<br /><br />(Pssst…if someone really really really really wants to know what I’m talking about – get in touch with me…and once u’ve managed to gain my trust over a couple of years I’l tell u who I’m talking about. Or the easier way out – try guessing from the clues below. Just pray u are smart enuf.)<br /><br />Well…this sect is the measly one. <br />Remember the saying, a fool and his money – soon parted be.<br />This sect holds on to money just like a person drowning in the sea holding on to a leaf!<br />They ain’t the literal fools. They are mostly penny wise, pound foolish kinds!<br />No Wait. They are not at all foolish. They’d wna save up every single paisa they can hold on to. (No they are not the “<em>marwadi’s</em>”)<br /><br />They are the first ones to ask for a loan. And the last one to repay it. Without any interest mind u. And when u happen to ask them to repay, their wise arse comment is – “M not running away…I’l give it na.”<br />Thank u sir, I’m obliged u said that. My ears wanted to hear u say that (for the umpteenth time) and my heart just relaxes everytime u say that. Its been just a few years and I feel now my money is safe with u. DUH!<br /><br />Most of them lack business sense. Hence they do well only as clerks, teachers, employees (who do only as much as they are told or paid).<br />Forget business sense, they lack general civic sense …no wait…most of all they lack common sense!<br /><br />Most of them are religious, god-fearing souls. Quite a few of them can sing too. And surprisingly, some of them do look good! Light brown/blue eyes, fair skin complexion, sharp features, sweet looks (ahem…I’m talking about the girls here and yup I’m straight.)<br /><br />I soooo wna share this incident with as many people as I can…oh but I’d just have to tone down a lil’ coz…they kinda know me thru certain formal connections!<br />I know I can’t stop being my “bitchy” self but hey I’m gonna try…here goes nothing!<br /><br />So,<br />I got to know these 2 dudes (middle-aged businessmen…as they say) through a certain professional / formal network. And they had a certain piece of work they wanted help in – yeah with my writing skills ofcourse! So I kinda agreed. BIG MISTAKE!!<br /><br />When it came to discussing about terms & conditions of work and payment, they got a lil’ stingy (like “such” men usually do) and after a while (read: me being stubborn and adamant about the quality of work) they gave in to the demand (boy! U bet! They better…)<br />Oh but not before they made it a point to kinda comment sarcastically that no “attitude throwing” will be tolerated.<br />Excuse me!!!<br />“Attitude” !!! ME ?!?!?!<br />U wish honey! Bah!<br /><br />What followed next was a series of meetings and forums for further discussion as to how to guide the work towards its route of completion.<br /><br />I sooo wish I could write what they discussed and how they discussed it!<br />Actually I wouldn’t have to write much then…it would all be self explanatory (oh but then writing this blog won’t be as much joy!)<br /><br />Most of their discussion revolved around “money” and “revenue collection” as they called it. Yeah ok, I get it – u need moolah to keep u running ahead in life but honey…what ever happened to cognitive power?? Being reasonable? Completing the project before measuring its success. Launching it the right way before commenting on its reach.<br /><br />One of them kept harping, “why should we give someone an option of choosing the cheaper scheme? He better take the expensive one. He gets more perks certainly.”<br /><br />All I could do is stare at him, and honestly was dying to get back home to write about the meeting and laff about it. It was not what he said…it was the way he said it.<br />Major uneasiness reflected on his face when he spoke about revenue collection.<br /><br />We all love options. And that’s what kinda makes life fun! Or a living hell sometimes.<br />I don’t want to mock him. But such stupidity surprises me. And the worst part is I can’t say anything about it to him. Damn! I wish I could!<br /><br />Oh u’d laff at this. Once the same man got upset with me. U’d be surprised to know why.<br />It was ‘coz I did not mail him certain contents, but I mailed his partner.<br />Well I agree, it was partly my fault – coz I was under the impression that the partner was the decision maker (since I never heard from this man reg. the content revisions or wteva) and secondly, his mailbox bounced my previous mails (twice) so I kinda refrained from sending him anymore.<br />Boy! Was he upset or was he UPSET! His little male ego was left with a scar. A bad one (as I could guess from his reactions towards me). A sad but harsh tone, full of criticism, flooded the room. I was zapped. All I wanted to do was ask him his age. But a good soul accompanying me had warned me to keep my wise arse comments on hold.<br /><br />All he kept saying was – y didn’t u mail me? Any particular reason? Henceforth limit your conversations & meetings regarding this matter with my partner.<br /><br />Oh I’m sorry kiddo…I was looking for some reactions and feedback from the adults u c!<br />And when I took up the work u looked well above 40 !<br /><br />Wow! When I walked out of the room (after giving him valid reasons) all I could do was light up and wonder – what just happened in there? Someone got upset coz I did not mail him! Wow!<br /><br />My love (as always to my rescue) reasoned it out with me. And made me smile. Hez friggin smart and wise when it comes to dealing with “such” people.<br />Thank God, he made me see the lighter version of “such” people.<br /><br />So the moral of the lil’ story is: Avoid dealing with “such” people. Or if u do, God Bless U!!! Like Hez been blessing me J<br />Or better still, pray u have someone really nice and loveable in ur life!<br /><br />There are more meetings to attend. And few more instances to laff at. If I remember to jot ‘em down for u all to learn from it I will. Else someday u’d encounter all this yourself I’m sure. Coz its not as big a world as it seems. And “such” people are found everywhere.<br />Y should I be privileged enuf to bear the foolishness alone.soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15380063919493350895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818123772590696785.post-29390023873638815232009-06-27T13:42:00.000-07:002009-06-28T12:08:57.757-07:00Jai Mata DiGod…<br />don’t we all somewhere somehow believe in HIM?<br />He is the giver. Of Life. Of Luxuries. Of Feelings. Of Emotions. Of Everything.<br /><br />But yet, we humans deem it necessary to be beggars all our lives. Every step we keep asking for something or the other.<br />As a child, for more playtime. Or better/more marks in school. Or for better/more friends. Or for better/more girl/boy friends. Or more time away from parents.<br />As teenagers, for more playtime. Or for better/more friends. Or for better/more girl/boy friends. Or more time away from parents. (This is no typo…c'mon u all know we’ve lived thru all this.)<br />When we start working, we ask for better pay. A better boss, whoz a lesser d*** than the previous. Better colleagues, who know how to waste time near the water cooler or the coffee machine. For a better half, whoz better off dim wit. A better life, and good kids (who’d eventually throw u outta home).<br /><br />Fine, u ask the Lord for what you want. But why do u want to bribe HIM???<br />“Lord, if u grant me this, I’ll take a shower (finally after 5 years).”<br />“Lord, if u grant me this, I’ll walk home every night from the bar, on my feet.”<br />“Lord, if u grant me this, I’ll stop being the pain in the arse that I usually am and won’t push people in the man-holes on the road.”<br />“Lord, if u grant me this, I wont be a bitch to my maids. Or my security guards. Or my family. Or friends. Or to people in general.”<br /><br />Btw, just so that u know, God ain’t looking for instant gratification.<br />Hez the Almighty, for a valid reason. Coz Hez got it all.<br />Hez the one who knows our needs and deeds. Our wants and desires. We don’t have to tell him. It’s His wish to give or take from us, as and when we deserve.<br /><br />Well, I’m not going all gung-ho about God and his ways. And no offence to anyone reading this and taking it the wrong way in his/her head. I’m God’s favorite child. And hence so “special”.<br />I like the praises we sing for Him.<br />Particularly, “Jai Mata Di”. Coz it brings in me a crazy tick.<br />“Jai Mata Di…te main papa di” hehehe…<br />(Jai belongs to Mom, and I belong to my Dad…hehehe…)<br />Only the happy-go-lucky Punjabiz can interpret this.soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15380063919493350895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818123772590696785.post-2152991769619684232009-05-20T01:54:00.000-07:002009-05-20T01:58:27.538-07:00How deep do you have to fall before you can rise again?Life sometimes gives u pain. And there seems no end to sorrow.<br />A brave heart is one that smiles. While deep inside it rains.<br /><br />This couplet, that I read somewhere, keeps popping in my head every time I see or hear or feel a heart-break. And I don’t really mean the “love”-ing heart-break. It could be just about anything. Friends falling apart. Families falling apart. Bad things happening to good people. And so on…<br /><br />My love once told me that bad things happen to good people only to make them better. I believe (I really wanna) that the inference is true. Good people only get better and better with experiences in life. Especially the bad kinda experiences.<br />Experiences that shatter them. Unexpectedly hit them so hard, take them deep down, and break their heart and gutts so bad that it feels like hell.<br />But that’s where the spirit takes over. The good spirit. It just looks up to God. Accepts the deeds. Reaches out. And rises.<br />Ain’t it true that once down, the only way to go is UP?<br /><br />You could be a Casanova for all I care. Breaking millions of hearts around the world. But the one time you face a heart break – come to me. Yes, I will laff at you (uncontrollably initially) but I will also lend u a shoulder to cry on. And I shall be your best friend (like always) and give u the right advice. But that’s where I’ll draw the line too.<br /><br />I feel distances make the hearts grow fonder. Especially when u hear something bad happening to the other (miles apart). He undergoes a heart break but recovers (in a long while). He makes new friends. Loves them deeply. Only to find out that they’re back-stabbing him all this while. He cries. But lives through that too. A “friend” tries to show him a good time. Takes him places he’s never been before. And just when he feels the good times setting in, he land in deep shit. So much so, that his life is at stake.<br />His spirit that once was stabbed, shattered, broken and thrashed (but inside his body) is now ripped off. Is it killed? I don’t know. It breaks my heart to know that all this happening to a friend whoz never harmed anyone.<br /><br />It’s like he hit a rock in his way. Kinda stumbled upon a rock laid by a loved one to say. He regained his balance. But is limping his way through life. Trying to be happy and passing all the happiness around. Till some real good friend hit his shin. Real hard. It makes walking difficult, but he doesn’t give up. He smiles. He pretends as if hez ok. Next, a friend comes smiling only to hit his knee with a hockey stick. And leaves him dragging his body through life. Till he looks up to c a gun pointed on his forehead. Will the trigger be pulled? I don’t know. All I can do is pray & wish & hope that the fingers that pull the trigger aren’t the one that fed him his meals once as a friend.<br /><br />I truly wish to be with my friend. To hug him and protect him and say “everythingz gonna be all right.”<br />You have to believe in yourself. And you have to believe in the fact that once down, the only way is UP!<br />Mishaps/hard luck/bad luck…whatever u call it, are just here to make u a stronger person. The one who’d rise up from all situations and come out all the more tough and powerful. But yes, for the moments when you want a shoulder to lean on – count me in my friend!<br /><br /><br />Gosh! I can’t stop this bubble of write-up burstin'…<br /><br />What does it take for a person to understand and grasp that what hez doing is STUPID!?! Fine, we all have vices. But what is the grey matter for? We don’t have to safe-guard or store our brains till eternity. It is meant to be used. Storing it would not make it increase or produce more grey cells or make u any wiser. On the contrary, it’ll rust. If u think you are stroing it for a rainy day – duh! This is the rainy day. Make use of it!!! <br /><br />K…I get it – u’re shattered. U don’t have a great set of friends. U don’t mingle much with many people. But that doesn’t mean that u befriend any “Tom. Dick &/or Harry” coz they don’t c u in the same (bad) light as others, coz they drink regularly and seem ultra chill & “cool”- DUH !!! That’s when u just gotta sit alone (or with me) at home and gulp as many beers as u want.<br /><br />K…I agree driving to a pub is cool. Having a few beers is cool. But gulping down more than 5 beers and then driving home (a good 40 miles away) – that too in a firangi land – what r u?<br />King of Moron-Land!<br />And just what were u thinking cutting lanes?<br />Ki Uncle Sam bohot khush hoga…saabaasi dega!!!<br />Shheessh!! Fine m sorry to be so blunt (but tht’s the sorta friend I am – outspoken and true!)<br />All said and done, herez an action plan for u:<br />1) Do not drink outta home<br />2) Do not ever drink outta home<br />3) NEVA EVA drink outta home!<br /><br />Hey u know what, just go do what u want! Its your life. We are nothing more than friends. And you don’t have to listen to me blabber. Lets just have a few common friends who’d atleast pass on the news of your death someday to me. The least I can do then is come and shed a few tears at your grave. (yeah i mite say - "i told u so..")<br /><br />Damn! M a bitch!!!soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15380063919493350895noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818123772590696785.post-35335059880731852102008-10-09T02:49:00.000-07:002008-10-09T02:50:15.955-07:00Mood SwingsYeah, I’m having one of those days again…where I’d wna be away from the world and goofy ass-kissers that dwell in it.<br /><br />Sometimes I wish no one questioned me about anything.<br />I don’t want to tell u how I’m doin’? or who I’m doin’? (*wink*) or wt I’m doin’? or whr I am? Or y I am whreva I am?<br />I don’t want to tell u how my wrkz been? Or how comfortable I am with my books? Or whr I’m gonna stay in Bombay?<br />Honestly, its not u…its jz the friggin weather thats making life fudge.<br />Or probably its jz simple ol’ moody me!<br /><br />Yeah thr I go with the “It’s not u…It’s me” routine.<br />But no, this time I mean it- it really is me…I guess I’m in those moods again whr everythg pisses me off. One lil’ thing that ticks me off – spoils it for the rest of the jing-bang!<br /><br />But somehow I know for sure it’s not intentional. Its jz the crazy tick I can’t control – no matter wt I do!<br />Be it at home or at wrk. Or simply on the roads.<br /><br />Therez so mucha drama and bullshit if u look around. The weirdness of the govt., the inconsiderate people around, the hostile political parties that have sprung up like wild mushrooms all around – all this makes the place a bit too tacky and depressing.<br /><br />It’s basically what these assholes do that pisses me off.<br />I mean – come on – whatz ur friggin’ problem if I wish to light up on the street? U think u’ll get affected by passive smoking????? Tell me this u clown face – what about the rising pollution in the city? Won’t that be affecting your black goddamn polluted lungs??? Y must u be pointing at my cig in condemnation? I fuckin’ well wna smoke up and die…and who the friggin’ hell are u to stop me?<br /><br />I abso-fuckin’-lutley hate people who meddle in someone else’s business so damn much. And I’m not the one to jz kiss ass to wrk my way thru situations. Its for losers like u to do it. But realistically speakin’ - U can’t be kissin so mucha ass dude! Face it! U’l jz end up an expert ass kisser! Hey, that’s something u can be proud of !<br /><br />If you could do that you wouldn't be workin at the local mall – u’d be The President.....of the country numb-nuts, not of your local malls!<br />bah!soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15380063919493350895noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818123772590696785.post-46347276484735813062008-09-24T13:38:00.001-07:002008-09-24T13:38:42.529-07:00Well… ain’t it no wonder that how conveniently people lie about stuff nowadays.<br />Be it buying a product where the ass-kissin’ salesman would go out & out to praise the quality of the product as if it were the last diamond outta Shylock’s pocket (read: worth every penny) (err…Shylock…don’t u remember him from Merchant of Venice? WTF! What’s the point? No…tell me…what’s the point of u reading this when u haven’t read Shakespeare? Gosh! I didn’t know u really were such a useless piece of flesh…bah)<br /><br /><br />"Dear Father, teach me how to share your kindness with everyone I meet"<br />Dear Father, better yet, teach me how to not get pissed off at all of those "fake-nice ass-kissing do-gooders" that I meet. I know they don't act like that all of the time, IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO BE THAT CRAPPY ALL OF THE TIME!!!!soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15380063919493350895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818123772590696785.post-48267594133596848972008-09-24T13:37:00.000-07:002008-09-28T14:48:02.266-07:00Tch Tch Tch…Society!!It was a friggin’ weird day.<br />I realized how our society has molded us to think in a certain way; to behave in a certain way; and for Christ’s sake- think in a certain pathetic way!<br /><br />I happened to spend a few hours one evening catching up with a good old friend last week. We stopped at a donut joint and got talking, as usual. Oh I need to confess – I have my heart set upon that place.<br /><br />Oh c’mon u creeps…! I’m not eyeing the owner, or his son, or his father! Phew!!!<br />Freaks like u do it…I simply love donuts!! And for all the losers who haven’t tasted the real Dunkin’ Donuts…don’t u dare talk abt donuts to me….eva!<br />So yeah this place comes pretty close to Dunkin’ Donuts (of USA). Don’t doubt my taste buds – I know wt I’m sayin’!<br /><br />Well…so whr was I? oh yeah….there I sat with my friend sippin coffee and relishing the tangy lemon donut….hhmmm…the taste still lingers in ma mouth and makes me feel all tangy again…aaww…this keeps deviating me from wt I really wna say…<br /><br />Damn! Donuts are enuf to take my attention away from the world.<br />My friends have given me a title – “the girl who can sell her soul for donuts”. Hey its not untrue! And I love u all (I’m talking to my friends!)<br /><br />So topics flew like hot pancakes….ohh…pancakes…yyuummm…I used to make ‘em when I was in US…and cakes…and brownies…and…good food!!!<br /><br />Anywayz…I need to learn to focus on topics being discussed…so we stumbled upon the miseries the incessant rains flooding the city with. And the plight of the “not-as-privileged-as-v-r-“gave the conversation a serious/ emotional touch.<br /><br />He went on to describe a certain sight he was an audience to on his way that evening. When he was stuck in traffic his eyes fell on a man with bare essentials to cover his lean remains, seeking shelter under a huge tree. He was so struck by the graveness of the situation that he couldn’t take his eyes off him. At a point he wanted to step out of his car and walk up to the man and offer him help – monetary of course, and/or just hear him out.<br /><br />And as he described that panorama to me, all I could think of was- is my friend gay???<br /><br />His tone was all mellow and soft, his eyes a lil’ watery and he stopped eating his donut.<br /><br />Hey I was not eyeing his donut…I’m not too fond of chocolate newayz. And not that I’m not emotional…I do have a heart – a good one at that!<br /><br />It’s just the way I’ve been looking at boys around me.<br />None of them – believe me NONE of them have eva spoken about something so heart-touching or overwhelming or penetrating.<br /><br />Now I don’t mean to compare all the men around but hey I’m sorry if I haven’t come across any sissy! My brother is a brute! (In a good way I mean…he mite jz read this someday…and I don’t want that day to be my last)<br /><br />So as I looked at him, so moved by the privation of others, I was a lil’ taken aback. I could feel the emotion going thru my friend’s heart – yes a lil’ bit – but at the same time I had my doubts creepin’ in.<br /><br />Time and time again, we come to rash conclusions about the quandaries of life.<br />Is this what I really was? Instead of empathizing with him, I doubted his “straight-ness”?!<br /><br />I for one, taking myself to be a rational thinker, fell in the loop made by society.<br />We are so raised to think of boys as the tough ones and the girls – sissy!<br />In this new age, everyone is glee-fully flaunting their softer side. But hey, I’ve neva come across a man who is not afraid to reveal his feminine side.<br />I appreciate the fact that he is in touch with his emotions.<br /><br />All I want to say is that, I didn’t think I’d be skeptical about someone’s emotions – esp. a boy’s. But look what the world has done to me!soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15380063919493350895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818123772590696785.post-33720483807074671912008-09-11T13:04:00.000-07:002008-09-11T13:06:06.104-07:00Beast of BurdenAll of us have a baggage, which we carry until our dying day. It helps when you have someone to help you ease the pain of carrying it around. It works wonders to talk it out with your friends rather than piling it in your heart and mind. It’s the soul that gets stressed out.<br /><br />I fail to understand what exactly are we looking for in life?? Fame? Money? Friends? Support? What exactly?? And how much of it?<br />You slog your arse off your entire life to earn money, fame, name, acknowledgement…whatever. And the result? Once you bid adieu to this atrocious world no one remembers you. That’s right. No one does. Even if they do – it’s not for long. Your family perhaps keeps you alive in their memories for sometime. But that’s about it. No more. No one.<br /><br />The truth lies in the fact that life is too short to understand or interpret things and actions. Do what your heart wants to do. Do what your mind tells you to do. If you start finding meaning in everything you do, there perhaps might not be any fun or enthusiasm left. Live in the moment. Live for the moment. You won’t even realize when and how life would pass you by. Make the most use of the opportunities given. Grab them. With both your hands.<br />Life doesn’t just mean – to be born, to live, to breed, to raise our offspring and finally to die. There’s more to it.<br />I see myself taking certain decisions under certain situations. But circumstances lead to those decisions. What feels right then might not feel right later. But that does not mean that the decision was wrong. Definitely NOT. Conditions change, and so do the outcomes. I never regret my actions. If I feel I’ve been unwise at a point, I make sure I learn from it. To err is human after all. (And to really goof up things - you need to be an arsehole! Hah!)<br /><br /> Some might agree with me. Some might not. But does it matter to me? – NAHH!<br /><br />Its like how we all live in “phases”. We might like a certain thing for sometime, and before long, you would be over it. Be it music, food, clothing, and even people. Yeah that’s true. Why are you giving me such a look? Introspect man! Look deep within. Is it not true that a person you wanted to meet everyday, or talk to, seems so ‘out of the league’ after a while? Their talks seem irritating. They are looked upon as critics rather than a friend. We start taking them for granted. And all for the simple fact that the ‘phase’ is over.<br /><br />We all seem to be chasing something or the other in life. Style, fashion, money, fame, ambitions, dreams, or people. We always seem to like what they have. Be it their money, fame, luxuries, friends or life partner. We might not show it. But not revealing the fact doesn’t imply that it doesn’t exist. It is so simple to explain yet so complex in nature. Yes, the grass is greener on the other side.<br /><br />Well, I am free to have my opinion and you are welcome to have yours. As long as neither of our opinions hurts the other person, we're good.<br /> Life ain’t all that complex. Look, we are surviving it. Our survival, in itself is the meaning/reason of life.<br /><br />Life takes a full circle. You ultimately stop from where you began. And the outcome – Zero.soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15380063919493350895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818123772590696785.post-61477344739072593382008-09-11T13:03:00.000-07:002008-09-11T13:04:14.780-07:00"Make someone's day. Tell them how much you appreciate them"I’m not sure how this really works. This “appreciation” is known to have had adverse effects on many.<br />Like – remember the first time you said it to your Mom or Dad…did they not give you the weird / suspecting / funny look and say – “what did you do now?” or “what do you want this time?”<br />Or the time when you tried “appreciating” your girlfriend. Did she not give you the harsh weird / suspecting / funny (if she’s more of a friend than a “girl friend”) and ask – “who did you cheat with?” or “what you trying to hide from me?”<br />C’mon people! So much so for showing concern and lau !<br /><br />I'm not sure if this makes many people's days....unless you're married to them, or engaged, or plain ol’ “committed”, but I'm pretty sure you have to do more than that. Because knowing you expecting women, you're probably not content with this after the first time it's said. <br />The first time was probably a "well wasn't that sweet".....but if we try to use that one more than once, we'd most likely get a "ok you un-original bastard, where are my roses?"<br />So my advice would be to time this one right......like in between paychecks, because it's a sure-fire guaranteed ONE TIME feel good phrase. So it's like a life-line, but it needs to be used wisely and very strategically.soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15380063919493350895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818123772590696785.post-73752159363943852982008-09-11T13:01:00.000-07:002008-09-11T13:02:44.114-07:00Been there…Done that !Many of us use this phrase…I agree…but how many of those many people have actually lived it ??<br />Well…I can confidently say that I’ve <strong>almost</strong> been there…done that.<br />Yeah yeah hang on…I’ll give u the finer details to criticize too.<br /><br />Till that blessed day I thought I’d been there…done that. And when I did something more…I realized how not close I was to that phrase.<br />I had an opportunity to venture out to the market to run an errand.<br />Wonder why I chose that day to dress up kinda “hot” – black polo neck sweater, awesome fit demins, and my $80 boots from USA !! My chic haircut, vibrant smile and confidence of looking “wow” added the extra spring to my walk. (For those of you, who don’t know the value of Boots for a gal, shame on you!)<br />A thing to admire – I sure did look great. And if u can’t digest the fact that I really did look “hot”, good for u that u can’t c the finger I’m holding up for u !<br /><br />So, there I was, with a friend who drove me to the market. He diligently parked his car in the most dingy of all places and me being the smarter of the lot tried to squeeze maself out of the narrow space. (He parked his car a wee bit close to a shady wall and to save him he trouble I agreed to get outta the car without any fuss.)<br />We went to the mart, did what we were there for and had some really nice coffee (ahhh…that sure felt good – before sadness struck this happy soul).<br /><br />Once back in the car, both of us smelled something funny. We rolled down the window thinking it was the slimy area that was causing the stink. But the foul smell jz didn’t seem to leave. And driving out a few yards the stench was unbearable. We stopped. Put on the lights to check what was so friggin’ wrong. And yeah. It had to be me !<br />Unknowingly I had stepped in “poop” that too human poop!<br />I shrieked!<br />And so did he.<br /><br />I did so coz I was in filth. Rather…MY BOOTS seemed ruined. And he shrieked coz his car was spoilt coz of me! Well….at that point I didn’t really care about the car. MY BOOTS WERE IN SHIT !<br /><br />We immediately stopped near the pavement. I got out jumpin’ high and low tryin to scrape the shit outta my BOOTS. I used a lot of paper to get the filth outta ma prized possessions. Used water. Used mud. Used everything I could to get ‘em clean. I even sprayed it with some really expensive perfume that I usually carry around with me (to use when others “stink”).<br /><br />Olryt, I’ve been in a lotta mess whole ma life. But this was “new”. This definitely showed me that there’s more to life than just falling around, getting drunk and falling around, playing ball and falling around, walking down the stairs and slipping at the speed of light, and…oh basically being so close to mother earth.<br /><br />Oh before I forget, I really admire the patience my friend holds. Hats off to u man!! I mean I kept shrieking about my boots as he helped me scrape off the poop; then he cleaned his car; helped me regain my senses.<br /><br />So yeah…what I’m tryin to say is – don’t just say “been there done that” jz coz it sounds all “cool” & “hip” and makes you sound like a wise ass (or rather a wise crack). Use the words only when u’ve actually “been there – done that”.<br /><br />Yeah u pea-brain I’m not using it eva again – I mean the phrase!!<br /><br />As for the boots – the first thing I did when I got home was clean ‘em thoroughly with cloth, let them dry a while before putting Johnson’s baby powder (stop laffin’ shmuck…so what if that’s what I use!) and then spraying some really really expensive cologne in my room and moving my boots in air so that they’d catch the fragrance.<br /><br />And also at this point I’d like to mention that I did not say “Why Me Lord!??! Why Me?!!”<br />My mom did that for me. (She went “Why does it have to be u always?”)<br /><br />No one knowz WHY!<br />But all I do know now that always wear “high” heels…u neva know when u’d step into deep shit!soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15380063919493350895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818123772590696785.post-36114067451368201062008-09-11T13:00:00.000-07:002008-09-11T13:01:47.337-07:00Gay Love !Yeah, so I really want to have a gay friend. Where is the problem in that? Ohh…jz that I haven’t yet come across a gay guy. (*tch*sad)<br />Or probably I have…but jz didn’t know or couldn’t figure that out. Such are the ways of our society!<br />Most of the times, what meets the eye is not what the mind says it is. And ends up being what it is not. And the other times, it is what it projects to be, but by that time the mind is so adapted to think otherwise that it doesn’t see what lies in front. But desperately looks for meanings it doesn’t possess.<br /><br />About having a gay friend…I don’t know why I want one! Probably I’ve seen too much of Will & Grace! But whateva!<br /><br />I have a couple of really great friends (but not gay) and somewhere in the back of my mind I secretly wish they were. It’s just the ease of being myself with them. Being the way I really am. Saying and doing whatever under the sun. (Stop being such a pervert u jackass).<br /><br />Every new guy I meet, I look for traits of “gay-ness” in him. Oh…wonder why I never hunted for a lesbian friend! Hhmmm….I shall ponder upon it sometime later.<br /><br />Or probably its my outlook towards life and people. Some of ‘em are so really lifeless and portray such quintessence of dullness, that I believe I’d be happier off with a gay friend.<br />Oh just look at Will and Jack. They are what every woman wants. Err…apart from hunks like Brad Pitt and Salman Khan and Rahul Bose for me! (before you say anything against Rahul Bose, remember that I love him a lotttt…and I do have a black belt in Taekwondo…and I will not hesitate a bit to use it on anyone who thinks he’s a smart arse!)<br /><br />Oh coming back to Will and Jack…hhhmmm…what life! The quirkiness of Jack vs. the foresight of Will; the freshness in the imagination of Jack and the ways of Will to bring him down to reality; the brainwaves of insolent Jack that boldly try abuse Will and his true gay ways, knowing that fact that it will somehow somewhere rebound!<br /><br />The idiosyncrasies go on!<br />Who wouldn’t want a gay friend!?!?!?<br />(Yeah I’m not talking about u jackass! U and your limited needs in life can take a hike!)soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15380063919493350895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818123772590696785.post-13561834797732501282008-08-27T00:36:00.001-07:002008-08-27T00:36:47.028-07:00Turning a new leaf over !What the hell is up with vegetarians? Looks like some one got up one fine day and had a brain wave - let’s stop eating meat and look more sickly than someone on the Lindsay Lohan diet or whatever the new rage is.<br /><br />These people are going to feel a little silly when they're 95, lying in a hospital bed, urinating on themselves, pooping around, immobile and dying of absolutely nothing. As far as I’m concerned, cancer and liver failure are going to have a race to the finish line. But at least I’ll still have my witts about me, instead of losing my mind because I'm 127 years old and have no idea what is going on anymore....but I’m still alive! It's pretty much cheating death, but losing the thumb wrestling match with common sense.<br /><br />You freaks won't eat anything with a face....but you'll go straight after a HEAD of lettuce, or the EYES of a potato, an EAR of corn.....but nothing with a face. <br /><br />Let's face it, we're the only species with the ability to laugh, and yet the only species that deserves to be laughed at. <br />All of us are looking for a direction to take our lives to give it some sort of meaning, but can't you maybe just start playing golf or kidnap some children? Eating leafy greens every meal for the rest of your life is not a BALANCED DIET. <br /><br />Oh my-tapdancing-god! This is absurd. My McDonalds Double Cheeseburger used to be a vegetarian, and he's not lookin' too healthy right now is he?<br />Do as they don't......let me know how ya feel......leaf eater..!soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15380063919493350895noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818123772590696785.post-6233339389973577732008-08-27T00:33:00.000-07:002008-08-27T00:35:56.507-07:00Celebrities.....buh duh duh!(That's suppose to sound "doomsdayish" for all of you newbie’s....it's ok, we can't all have special talents, because then they wouldn't be special anymore and we would all suck....instead of just you sucking.....anyways...)<br /><br />Btw, this one’s a real winner. Recently I was awed by an article I read on one of the sites. I won’t lie…I have taken inputs from that write-up – but just so that YOU can understand the insane acts of your fellow beings!<br /><br />So…why exactly do celebrities assume the position of all-wise and all-knowing political/spiritual/cultural advisors? Are you actually trying to tell me that someone...say....some sweet candy arse actor (I don’t want to name her), who finished a degree at Oxford, cross-dressed with an acting career (average, at that) is going to step into the ring of politics and let me know what is right or wrong? <br /><br />Let me try a few others...um, how about Johnny Depp (dropped out of school at 15), Tim Robbins (1981 graduate of drama, with honors!) <br /><br />These actors are EXTREMELY convincing! In fact, these folks are such good actors, and so convincing to the public congregation, that even when they ACT like they know something about politics or god knows what, some of you fools actually buy it......the best actors in the world! In fact this is wrong, and if you don't believe me, i'll track you down and kick you in your candid behind for lacking common sense. Believe it or not, YOU are most likely more competent than these people (err…did I just give YOU too much credit...?!?).<br /><br />Hey, these people can go public with their opinions and share their opinions with the like minded ones. Therefore, vicariously it is their representative voice, no matter how silly/sadistic and/or stupid I think you and they may be. I believe that is everyone's right. However, most of these people have neither education nor the discipline to responsibly go head to head with some of the most educated populace of this fine country. They pretend for a living for god's sake....so don't buy into it you ass, you know more than they do.....<br /><br />Moving away from that.....what the hell is with everyone getting a giant erection over what is going on with celebrities? I don't understand how anyone could give a shit about some crack-whore in her second marriage is gonna have a kid who is just going to end up in a rehab clinic at 13 anyways. Or some lamer who cannot really decide whether or not he’s in love for the umpteenth time with a dame who’s falling in and out of love in the blink of an eyelid! Is this really what makes your world go around? If so, run out into the busiest intersection near your apartment and see if you can bite the front tire of the biggest bus in oncoming traffic....please. I said please why? Because you HAVE to do it now, coz I asked nicely...!<br /><br />I get to thinking that people keep track of these jackasses because it makes them feel like they "know" the person, and they're big buddies with them because they're pretty much stalking them without the celeb knowing it. Get bent; you don't know them, and they don't know you. Keep it within your boundaries. If your face looks like an ass, then stick with your assface friends and worry about what THEY are doing with their lives. This will be much more fulfilling, and much less depressing....u moron!<br /><br />My friend downloaded the Paris Hilton video....alright! He’s human too! But I don't care if she can't figure out which city to start her new nightclub in, because she is a joke, and so are all of the celebrity ass-kissing dreamy wannabe’z in this world. We've glorified the biggest lunatics on the face of the planet. The only thing that is keeping us in existence is that they aren't in power. They like to feel powerful, but they're not smart enough to use power responsibly.....which comes in handy, because all of the faithful followers are following the powerless twits. Which is a wonderful relief......<br /><br />Too many people are setting unreal standards based on this life that they see from a Hollywood twit. So quit dicking around, and start focussing on something more important kids. Try to change some things for the better instead of being a giant waste of space celebrity-chaser......<br />I'm tired of givin' u osers "gyaan" for today.......I usually don't do that, but today wasn't too great.....and I have had a big mug of coffee and am sleepless like always....so I have to impart some of my mind kickin’ jolts to lamers like you ! Yeah, U’re Welcome!!soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15380063919493350895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818123772590696785.post-52037411457463144582008-08-27T00:32:00.000-07:002008-08-27T00:33:25.628-07:00One Lauu !I've been a victim of circumstantial LOVE (as i prefer to call it) and had the glorious opportunity of having my heart removed and substituted as a "football". Yep and the bugger actually scored! At this point, i request my readers to give me a simultaneous "AWWWW". Thank u.<br />For a change, let's not sit & bitch & moan about this nasty little feeling of "falling in LOVE" – let’s hit the comic side of it today.<br /><br />WHY does it make us spend wooping amounts of money on the opposite/same sex? WHY does it make us beat each other up? WHY does it make us beat oursleves up? WHY does it make us cry like babies ? (oh -that's ok if u really are a baby!) And for some poor lost souls, go to the extent of killing themselves or someone else? Who is responsible for this crazy circus?<br /><br />Some people prefer to drink away the situation. Personally, I wudn't suggest that. Coz u eventually wake up with a hangover, feeling a 100 times more depressed about the whole thing. (I mean losing in love and drinking soo darnn much that your head is in splits! Eeeuuu!!)<br /><br />The best remedy is to "fuck it" and be in company of your near and dear ones, your friends, or your family members. All u have to do is remember, that the asshole /bitch wasn't good enuf for u. And am sure ur pals would agree and tell you how shitty he/she was to u...and you r better off without him/ her. Don't be a person who wud let himself/herself be taken for granted by that asshole/bitch. Don't be at his/her disposal at the drop of a hat. All they wud do is - stamp ur hat, treat you like a door mat and walk all over your world!<br /><br />It's true that u just can’t think logically when it comes to yourself. YOU need that angel (read: best friend) to pull u outta that phase. And u really don't have to try so hard.<br /><br />Well...honestly - Love is a bitch too (yeah -i used to say Life is a bitch -- and then u die..but now even Love has managed to score a position for itself in the game!) Nobody can escape Love. So buckle up and safeguard ur arse. 'Coz its coming to get all of us and kick us whr it hurts the most.soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15380063919493350895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818123772590696785.post-32291460339808525902008-08-27T00:31:00.001-07:002008-08-27T00:31:56.541-07:00Wondering....Eva wondered how many voices r there in ur head?? Or in Mike Tyson's head for that matter? Am guessing atleast 15 (of which most r fanged midgets!)<br />Eva wonder wt crazy people r really like? To them - we appear crazy...rite? The most dull, personality less, boring people think that v r crazy....How crazy is that!<br />Eva wondered how u gonna end up? (I mean – how u gonna die?) Personally - i don’t wanna be stabbed...I don’t mind being shot -at the age of 90 by my Jealous spouse…<br />Eva wondered what makes u tick? Or what stops u from ticking? Or what actually makes that ticking sound? Or y just that "ticking" sound?<br />Eva wondered y the run-on sentences keep running on?<br />Daiyum!! I gotta stop thinkin’ sometime!soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15380063919493350895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7818123772590696785.post-271046470691306722008-08-27T00:28:00.000-07:002008-08-27T00:31:11.561-07:00Nothing!!Hhmmm...So…here I am…tryin to write a blog today - but I have no clue as to what am gonna write...so wteva I write now - read it peacefully - coz i don’t care a rat's arse of what u think!! (woooo....am i super***** or wt!)<br /><br />No -really - i really don’t care - qhy should I ?!! U no kin o’ mine ! And even if you were…. its a shame you can’t see the finger I’m holdin’ up for you!<br /><br />Ok now stop distractin’ me from my “nothing-ness”.<br />K .. so wt do we write about today....(yeah no painful or depressing stuff!)<br />Oh! I’ll tell u about things I dislike- (yeah howz tht - -so u know what I dislike & hopefully u wont do it if/when you get an opportunity to be with me.)<br /><br />1) Female Conversation Timing - why do women always talk at the wrong time?? esp. the older ones (no offence to the ladies readin it-- and guys--i know u agree!) Women bloody talk when we are not in the room-- n they would b screaming their lungs out....why can’t they wait till we come into the room! Oh n to top it all - the TV is usually on (on high volume) - life jz can’t get better!<br /><br />2) Repetitive use of a certain word - Oh yes - this is a big one -- People use words like "wteva", "like", "u know" - bloody so many god damn times...man its silly! There was this gal who came for an interview & used the word "like" sooo bloody many times- man I was like hey – kill me! Kill me ‘like” NOW!! She went on to say - " I am like a very social person. I like to interact with people. I am like - a people's person. Like u know - can talk the talk...like that..." Gosh! blah blah blah!! Oh btw - she was a communications expert or so she said! (Yeah like i care!)<br /><br />3) People with no Manners - people find subtle pleasure in eating with their mouth open - munching on food loudly -& talk while eating - making all the possible noises one can imagine - sshheeessshhh!! All I wanna say to them is - Eeeeuuuu !! Looo-hooo-zzaaa-herrrr !!!<br /><br />4) Close talkers - mumblers - all the same. If you have smthg to say - say it out loud--or dont say it at all. Hate it wen u really have to concentrate on their lips to hear wt they r sayin....hey, I’m not deaf and I don’t really want to “read” your fat lips…so be loud & clear!<br /><br />So there...now u kno what pisses me off! Don’t you dare do ‘em infront of me…coz I know some really fine chops to bring you down baby!soniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15380063919493350895noreply@blogger.com0