Jashn-E-Bahaara...

Well, my last post was quite a long time ago. I just cannot stick to my plan of posting every weekend for no reason other than laziness :( I think I'll have to dust it off quickly lest my blog starts stagnating.

Some things that have happened (or not happened) since then:

1> No reply from any other university yet...C'mon people, don't make me wait so long. Especially TAMU, that had said my decision would be conveyed by mid-February.

2> My workload at office is rising exponentially: since my team has become smaller now and the on-site people have stopped contributing, that they used to do earlier.
A fortnight ago, when I visited a dermatalogist for some reason, she was shocked to see my tired swollen face. She complained that I looked even older than her with dark circles under my eyes! Oh Crap! I will really have to start looking after my health now.

3> And Ya! We had a fun-event last Saturday, organized by our HR personnel at office. We had a cricket match, replete with commentary and in a stadium, somewhat like the Mumbai Harris Shield matches that I used to play for my school. But since last year, I hadnt held a bat or rolled my arms anyday. I was totally outta practice. We had a bowl first and I was the opening bowler (have to, have always been that!). I thought I bowled OK. We were set a target of 73 runs in 10 Overs.
When our batting came, we started off well. But we lost our way in the due course and when I walked in to bat, we needed 18 off 15 balls. I brought that down to 2 runs off 2 balls and everyone was pretty sure that we would make it. But alas, as luck would have it, I could not connect both the deliveries (leg byes weren't allowed) and the world came crashing down upon me! I just couldn't believe we lost after reaching so close. It was a terrible, sick feeling and I realized what Misbah-Ul-Haq would have felt when he could not finish it off for Pakistan in the 20-20 World Cup against India!

4> Today was momma's birthday and unlike every year before this, I did not gift her anything in giftwraps...I thought a lot if I could find something interesting but just couldn't come up with anything. So I decided that I would take mom for a movie and dinner. We watched 'Jodhaa Akbar' and liked it, especially the dramatic camerawork...Well done Ashutosh, Hritik and of course, my dear Ash!

5> 2 of my cousins got engaged back to back on previous weekends. So I just couldn't have a lazy day. Now I have a full Sunday tomorrow and I can rest all I want and even play my guitar as much as I want! I am already practising 'Jashn-E-Bahaara' from Jodha-Akbar and 'Maa' from Taare Zameen Par...

WIll try to post more frequently now, cya dearies!

Well, just well, if............

Voltaire said, “God is a comedian playing to an audience afraid to laugh.”
Let me just say, I believe in God but like many, I’ve questioned His existence. Most people will say the reason they doubt God’s existence is because, “If there’s a God, why is there so much suffering, and why is there war?” Blah, Blah, blah, blah blah…

One of my reasons for doubting the existence of God is work. (I, however, never question the existence of a higher power for I worship at His altar every day from 9 to 5.)
If there is a God why do we not have five-day weekends and two-day workweeks? He’s God. He can make it happen. In God we trust, right? Well I trust in God to give us a five-day weekend.
Think of the positives of a two-day work week. You’d say things like, “Wow, that workweek really flew by.”
Think of what it would do for the economy because as Indians what are we really, but consumers? Think of it this way. If the Indian President can get away with only working 110 days a year, why can’t we?

Women will have five full days a week to shop, and tell men what to do. Maybe, just maybe, we’ll have more time to spend with our kids so they don’t remain a bunch of illiterate crack heads.
More people might believe in heaven because life on earth won’t be such a living hell.

I believe, with faith, God will grant us my wish. Let me illustrate through the Bible. Isn’t it ironic that in the book of the Bible where the name of the person who suffers the most is spelled J.O.B.?

The story of Job is one of perseverance. Job is given leprosy, has His family, money and worldly possessions taken from him and it’s all a test of faith. It is a horrible story! I didn’t like it when I heard about it but I said. “Fine, He’s God. He can do what He wants. After all, it is His world. Like Job, who am I to question?”

In the Book of Job, Job finally said, “Hey God, how bout a little something for the effort?” God responded, “Don’t question my authority but you’re right. I have been a little harsh on you.” Job then had all His riches returned ten-fold. Now that’s pretty just, is it not?

Well, I’m asking, “Hey God, how bout a five-day weekend, for the heck of it?” (If you see me at Mumbai Central mid-week you’ll know God answered my prayers.)

What a nightmare!!!

It's been a week since some dumb thief robbed me of 1 of my most precious possessions, my Nokia N91...trust me, there's been a big void in my life, that cannot be filled up ever, since then.
I was travelling by that fateful BEST bus to office in the morning.
Sitting on the last seat, second from the window, I was half asleep when I got a call from a relative.
I answered and kept the phone in my hand, as I didn't want to shuffle around in my seat, lest I trouble the fellow passengers.
When my bus-stop was about to come, I got up and slid the phone in my trouser pocket.
It was very crowded and I found it difficult to even reach the rear exit.
Coincidentally (or pre-planned I dunno), the conductor started shouting "Vomit, Vomit, let this woman go to the last seat".
In the hustle-bustle, momentarily, my attention wavered away to the proceedings.
The woman vomitted on the last seat, out of the window.As a result, I tried to look away.
When I alighted from the bus, immediately I realized my phone was missing. I boarded the bus again and frantically started looking here and there.
I asked a co-passenger to lend me his phone so that I could call up on my number.
It was ringing in his speakers but I just couldn't hear it in the bus.
I looked around for a few more minutes and thought I might have dropped it while getting down. I got down at the next bus-stop and went back but I just couldn't find it :(

That's when I realized I made a big mistake of getting down from the bus the second time.
I could have asked somebody to keep calling up while I scavenged the entire bus. I am sure that bloody scoundrel would not have had enough time (and knowledge) to put it on silent mode.
Sadly I went to office and called up on my number from there...and alas! as expected, the RUIM (SIM) was removed. This confirmed my belief that it was gone forever.
I got my SIM card blocked by the operator but my gem was gone!!!
I had a whopping 4GB of my precious data and within seconds, I lost all of it.
I am still kicking myself for not having enough presence of mind but I was so bemused in that situation, I did what came to my mind at that instance.
My entire collection of songs,lovely memories captured in the form of photos/videos and much more was gone. Although time to time, I backed up my songs on my i-pod and the contacts were also recently archived but why did that happen to me??????

I am still cursing that fellow and I pray Satan punishes him severely. My friends say he might be in need of some money, so he stole it and that I should move on. But I am not here to keep donating pieces of my heart to some rogues, am I?????

Now I am back to my Siemens SX1, which is a faily good phone but nowhere near to my N91. If anything happens to this phone, I will have to go in for a new one as Siemens Mobile has been taken over by BenQ and I wont find any spares or service centers.

GOD, why me?????