Regular Meandearing on Orkut

This began two years back when I joined this unexplained charge for computer time.I was surely not up to no good idea bout it's feature.Soon I discovered surprises, friends and made conversation with people, rigging up a series of posts and discussions that left me bemused.I have been regular ever since.

Orkut interests me just as much as school did.We call it Franshipping - sitting in the glow of my monitor, talking to people, networking out to far flung.The mutual addiction is Orkut.Sometimes in the middle of the night it seems only minutes have passed.This Universe of Light and Shadow , where we come to outwit the high and mighty is now our reality.

Office happenings, verbal rambling

Here it goes ! The promised blog we were waiting for.It's so exciting you'll need nerve pill.

What do you do when you have a terrible day at work and can't stand the MOFO Boss.You come back home...open blogspot and and post a terrible entry so that everyone knows your Cinderella story.All day I was dying to mutter the following.


1) The alarm didn't go off -- again.

2)Yeah, whatever. Caffeine and Nicotine is my personal choice and you just SHUT UP !

3)It wasn't my fault. You ASSHOLE !

4)Your LinkedIn is a soxxxx.Orkut is a Roxxx. Yeah !

5)That's not part of my job description :X

6)Isn't it time I had a pay rise? :)

7)I'm planning my wedding and too busy to take on any more work right now
;-)

8)Your breath smells/Your shirt is disgusting/Is that a photo of your wife or mother?

9)I'm leaving because I can't stand working for you.



GOODNIGHT !

Being Nilu ~~

Wow! The month of September just flew right by and I only got 3 posts in for the entire month!Well, it's been a few days since I posted, so thought I'd better get with it.Sometimes it just seems like I don't have a lot to say...I know I can hold up my end of most conversations. That is besides the point.Somebody busted my blog yesterday and if there is anybody following it,I just don't know how exciting my life is to read about, and I don't want to bore anyone. On the other hand, if you're bored, don't bother visiting my blogspot again :p And if you've been tricked to clicking the mouse on my link lemme tell you the later it gets the more amusing I become ;)

Every night there is melodrama.I see people putting up character descriptions and headshots becoming a hero and champion.But here I’m making the commitment to stay detached with all the manifestations.The Pujas are just over and as predicted I was working which provokes me to think that just when it feels that things have gone up in smoke, I'm usually going to end up looking like an idiot who wasted TONS of time over a job.How quickly I get attached to certain outcomes when things go well with boss at work.I will admit that off late my work place has been a happy feel good place and on the personal front I see the laughter of friendship unfolding around me.Visited SDA with pals and we caught up on each other's lives, and a good deal of bitching.So that was nice, and I really didn't mind some beer in the weekend( even though smoking is prohibited)I'm a person that needs something to look forward to every weekend after my ultra busy and weird weekdays shift.

Hopefully, it will satisfy the blogging expectations of my friends. And I promise to post an absolutely mind-boggling post at a near date. You will be so amazed at my exciting life......lolz.

I don't take myself so personally but for the first time somebody wrote a poem for me.And its none but my dearest beast Rahul.The key is to cherish my good friends while remembering it’s my vibration that will maintain the good things.The poem was sent on orkut testimonial and I am quite happy to flaunt it there.Here it goes ....


sometimes in life u meet a girl
who makes ur world swirl and whirl
who makes you smile in ur greatest despair
and makes u cry if ure a player!

well i met this girl u know
the innonence in her always shows
blue eyed girl,thats wat she is
she brings with her, delight and bliss


she walked all alone, i just saw
she stared blue sky, i just saw
she wanted to cry , i just saw
i din do anythin bout it, i just saw

in the limelight she always remains
hiding with her smile, her immense pains
she works all nyt, makes the ends meet
she is stil quite as a blank sheet

the best friend u can ever find
caring,touchin, adoring, kind
yet the one who shows u the path
this is the least, its not the last



love from all of us



Thanks Rahul !
Love ya for this :)

Heyy !~ I'm like a bird....

Being with family is definitely nice just that it doesn't feel like home here in Ghy.Haflong is where the heart is but then life is all about adjustments right.Here in Ulubari a lot of things have changed except for few like the view from our terrace, the smell of Ghy and the sound of ISKCON.It's my third day here and I haven't had the time to visit ashram or catch up with friends who've been waiting desperately for me.I need time to accept the fact that Ghy is pathetically crowded by stereotypes and small cars.Dad is getting better each day which means there will be lots of tantrums and vague demands from him soon.

Chatting with mom is like the most harassing time.Al rite 40 percent of the people I know are getting hitched and it doesn't come as a surprise in society where girls wed between 21 and 25 but what about us..fun , fearless women who find men silly.Mom's conventional wisdom suggest that as you grow older, you are also more prone to being firm and set in our own ways to let in another person in our space.Yah yah....one last affair was a disaster and 'm talking bout marriages here.I would rather wait than compromise on the quality of my partner just to get married at the so- called right age.I want to experience life by oneself before stepping into such institution.And I want mom to realize that it will affect not just me , but the man and our families as well.
In the meantime , all I have to say is that I my dream man should be debonair and wise with looks to spare.Is that too much to ask for a millionaire ?

Daddy ! I'm coming.Because I love you and mom lots.I will run to the chemist shop and get medicine for you.I will make soup for you and nurse you like an angel.I will sit with you all day and talk to you so that you don't get bored.When you are tired listening to me , I will play your favorite song and let you sleep.And while you are resting ,I will quickly go to the temple and pray to God so tat you get well soon.

Your loving daughter,
Junjuna

Joke of the year -

Nilanjana Thaosen is now a Gold member of the King Club !
makes me go colon O ; lol

We’re creeping up on September already. Can't believe it? To me, this used to means so many things. The coming of Autumn with its changing leaves, the Durga Puja , Diwali (okay, not so happening here in Delhi, but still...) The holiday countdown –you know, shopping and crafting days (OMG how many people stimulated reading that? I did writing it, LOL). The list could keep going, of course.

But for me, September always means shopping and family. It’s a shift from focus and learning to fun and frolics. I love this time of year. I love shopping for the festivals, the exciting new possibilities the year brings, and, well, slowing down to think.

But that was all years ago.Time flies...nothing such happens anymore. September perhaps will be just a September and I will probably end up working on Durga Puja if I'm in Delhi not even realising the visit of mighty Goddess.. And if by chance I'm in Assam I have no clue how it'll be. I don't even want to think bout it.And oddly enough, that's me and my solid time management.Rohan died a year ago in September.

The last few weeks have just flown by.Things have been nuts to say the least. I got big time into pwning.Hellish month.Also knowing that dad will be hospitalised is a stress that I must deal with.

Add to that my laptop issues keep going on and its not been a great couple weeks around here.Yeah ! Yeah ! I've been in a bad mood for months now.I swear its lucky I haven't gone either grey or bald between all this.

And yes..I don't know if I can say it ever anywhere else....I love my dad the most.

Rugged Thoughts again.....

Do I think for myself ?Am I a rugged individualist?

OK here's one question.

Do you have the same religious beliefs as your parents?Or the same ones as your romantic partner or social group? I answer "maybe" and I don't think I have done an in-depth objective analysis.So here I am with my point.

Religion is a personal matter. And what one believe does not mean another does. So leave your views out of my place. And out of politics. Politicians should be open to the views of all, not just one group. They are supposed to represent the nation. Not just whichever religious group bitches the most or takes majority space.

If people are asked what music, movies, etc they like, what comes out of their mouth is whatever is currently popular in general...PINK FLOYD , NIRVANA blah blah .
Why do people tend to like what other people like?

To me, the real key thing is connecting the analysis around individuals’ life experiences to the insight that all systems of power are interconnected.Or maybe its just that some individual people experience multiple forms of oppression with all systems so called civilization.But as a Dimajik woman from Assam, I experience sexism on the oppressed side. THANK GOD !

So I have proved my point now ;-)

Ahhhhhh, I love to find out why folks do the silly things they do.

PlatinumWheels !

Isn't office furniture great? Especially the chairs with wheels on, such as the one that I am sitting on right now. Very kewl! I don't care what form that life takes, it would just be so cool if in my lifetime life is found outside of Earth.

piss- poor princess Nilanjana

I am a piss- poor blogger.My laptop sucks.When I started this I had great thoughts to pen down but all my creative thoughts are blocked now.All that my head can hear is the KABAARIII......PAYPERRR.... in their most creative attention grabbing voice howling outside.Not to forget vegetable hawkers who sell bananas.Aarrrrgggh!

This guy who has been miserably trying to hit on me calls me PRINCESS. My foot ! Come and massage my back you asshole.Serve my breakfast and cook my lunch.And wash my clothes while i'm out to work.
I need a new laptop and a house in Gulmohur Park , and 8 MB broadband connection and a router and a boyfriend who is a model by profession.And a boss who doesn't use mobile phone.

Hmmm...Breath innn....Breath outtt... :X

I mean I have just crawled out of that miserable months of solitary confinement, emo-style. OK, if I think back to the first month of this year everything is clear.Between then and now, blur. I have been in the most stressful social situations of my life, dealing with my own hypersensitivity as well as the insensitivity of others; pushing my brain and body to the limit, working on more than twenty hours of TOS deficit; going madly into almost overdrawn accounts.And it's still not OK.Life is a bitch after all.

The high hand of BPO culture has dictated my one-on-one relationship with friends across the south. Dina is pissed at me. I owe a dozen or more people visit. I'm still trying to understand how others tick, how i tick. And this is definitely an awkward space for attempting such feats.
I was at Barista yesterday.And before that Shrek look-alike bastard was outside McD.I just walked away ignoring his attention seeking roaring laughter.There was this interesting couple at Barista.Actually a MORON and a bitch.I first noticed the girl talking about her miseries while her boyfriend lovingly sympathized and held her hand showing some assurance, care , love whatever.Ten minutes later we see that the moron is taking out four debit/credit cards and some cash from his wallet and handing them over to the girl.She is now smiling.And they live happily ever after.

Coming back to myself,I make so few connections with people outside my company.I haven't been on a date for long time now :( though I make it a point to hit Barista or Coffee Day once a week, merely because I love coffee and nothing else :O and the waiter knows me now.He asks how i'm doing and knows my order.Cafe Latte and two sugar.

So thats my Blah for now....Snooze mode !

p.s. I want a chutiya boyfriend too :P

Cop the Behenjis

Being friendly and carrying a smile on face is the gemstone for well being which rules the mind and the fortune of a person. It helps a person to attain more friends apart from enjoying social popularity.Moreover a genuine smile enhances the personality and makes you look more beautiful , thus improving the quality of life.

So all rude behenjis , if you are reading this ,go ahead and SMILE a bit.

FRIENDS : forget -me-nots in my garden

This morning I made a decision. I have decided to not give any importance to Friendship Day this year onward. I have put dedication to friendship and love all my life spending more time time with friends than my family. It is clear in my head now that friendship is not about reaching that special one once a year....its about loving everyday.It is weird to dispose the friendship spirit theme next day... so definitely no vandalism happening. I just want to continue loving everyday instead of one day in a year. I don't regret all the friends I have made and times I have spent with them.I did not reach out to any of them,just replied to friends who forwarded corny wishes.Courtesy you know.I do appreciate all of it.And I still love all of them equally.

Talking about friends and friendship it makes me think about life and how life goes by too fast to be concerned about it. It makes me remember to live it to the fullest. Also to forgive everyone because forgiveness it the cure to war. And how making mistake turns into a learning experience. I keep going each day living by that. Always smiling and knowing that parting may be sad but they remind you of good times. Something like forget-me- not .My friends are like forget-me- not flowers in my garden of life.

I have places that I like to go--mostly because we are somehow sentimentally attached to them. Places we liked to go together. Think Deer Park,Cafe Coffee Day, Fort, Barista in Green Park. . I love having places like that: good food, fun things to do, and most of all, great memories.

Haus Khaz fort is one of those places.We spent many happy hours there. Those days are some of my favorite memories: sun, birthdays , smoking and just monkey business.We’d gather at CCD, then go to the Deer Park across the road. We’d spend hours on the sun, and hit the dark halls. Fun-and-fancy-free days.Well, it doesn’t matter where we are in life, there will still be occasions where we can visit those places all together again, and create new memories.

Swift Fleeting Days..

Hard and strong, singing a song...a girl from St.Agnes' School.The years have found her here ,it matters not what it has brought, she clings to her virtue and knowledge.With her play things she has already parted but Agnes ,her model still guides her.Whether at play , whether at work....nobly she does her part.And just keep trusting as she walks along life's swift fleeting days.

Life is short. Death is permanent. No matter how much time passes you never stop hurting or missing special people.

When Rohan died he took away my only chance to ever know and he took away most of my anger. What was left at that immediate moment was memory. What is left now is a wondering combination of the need to know and the want to forget. The man did lots to fuck me up in four short years and a lifetime than anyone ever has or will again.

This was a man who could make me feel like I was the most perfect human being ever, and when he left he caused so much hurt and pain enough to make me wonder what was it I didn't do to keep him safe and sound.

I feel you in the summer sun every year.How can I enjoy any good thing that might come my way if you aren't here to experience it with me?

I short , I miss you more than you can ever understand.

Perpetuated Dark Times

I know it may sound like a broken record.If you've been keeping up with the news you know how hard of a week it is for our entire country.Serial blasts in Bangalore yesterday and today Ahmedabad.In some way, we've all been touched by this tragedy.Please keep these decease's families in your thoughts and prayers. We can only hope that they are at peace and in a better place.

Undesirable politics, leads to all relationships broken and corruption..
The human being, a social animal is ultimately the victim obliging to enter into conversation with whomever is receptive.However this supposedly receptive third party is surely involved in some underhand activities, or is known for some form of perversion.

It is not for nothing that dark times are perpetuated and fear comes close to the individual.Sitting tight seems to be the best option. It would seem the current times we live in are unsustainable. The current situation is left with a direction into more expansion of inhuman crescendo.

Currently the most incorrect political stance, is to say I am a human, and it “is possible to trust local people anywhere”. But they killed so many of my brothers. Contradicting ! isn't it ?

Although I am an optimist by nature, the depth of ugliness to which human beings can go, never surprises me.I would say that the only distinction between humans and animals, is that we are the only species that is intentionally cruel.

A peaceful dismantling feels remote but I would rather be hopeful.

:)

Anthem of life....

I'm 26 years old and this FACT is weighing my mind.I know i'm not-so-young now and by now I should have clear idea about my purpose and direction.
I work full time. I don’t love it, but I don’t hate it (usually). And I feel like there’s so much to do in my LIFE and I don’t know when to do it all.

I have long wanted to work in events. I love acting, but I don’t think that’s where I’m meant to make a living! I love photography, but I don’t know enough to work in that field (yet). Events (or public relations, marketing, etc) seem like the perfect place for me to use my creative AND practical sides. It just so happens that Abha feels the same way. In fact, she recently referred me in her media company.My baby Teak project is not happening anymore because the government is building a huge dam in he place which could have been my nursery.And it breaks my heart to know that my first attempt in entrepreneurship failed before I could even start it.

University ? Can I really adjust to it .Nah !Even when I was normal college age ,I didn't quite enjoy learning.I never liked sitting in the class and listening to psycho looking professors.I want a Master's Degree of course but I don't want to go to the University.It may turn me into a fat book reading worm that I am not.I HATE INTELLECTUALS.

And I want KIDS.I fancy the idea of little kids calling me MOMMY.I guess its a big time thing.But here I am....too selfish with my time to even have pets,let alone kids.I will obviously be married before having kids.

So, now comes marriage.How am I supposed to justify saving up buttloads of money for a wedding and a kick-ass honeymoon somewhere exotic., when that money goes to daily expenditure. Argghh!

Abha and I often talk about picking up and moving somewhere. Just for the heck of it! To experience a new city,to get out there and try something new, to go on an adventure! I like the feel of Sweden, but want something a little different. Of course, my dream is Chicago or New York, but mom will freak out knowing that I even thought of living in those places.London suits me best.And Ahem ! Only three people know so far WHY :D

My Miss Universe friend is also in Delhi now which means theres goin' to be a time machine miracle.A lot of memories rockets into my brain.And we have just three months before the wedding.Missed out on lots in the past five years.I am REALLY happy.This is nothing relevant to me apart from the fact that I love people for who they are.It only hurts me when I think that I can never have a fancy marriage ever because I will never marry the guy of my mom's choice and she would never let me marry the guy of my choice. Haha ! Stupid thought...shush

Hmmm! This is all pretty overwhelming. I like to live in the moment and be spontaneous. I don’t want to plan everything out. But I also don’t want to turn 35 and feel trapped....errr ! The world ends in 2012 right ? :O


Nahin rakhta dil mein kuch rakhta hoon zubaan par
Samjhe na apne bhi kabhi
Keh nahin sakhta main kya sehta hoon chupakar
Ek aisi aadat hai meri

Sabhi to hai jinse milta hoon..sahi jo hai inse kehta hoon
Jo samajhta hoon
Maine dekha nahin rang dil aaya hai sirf adaa par
Ek aisi chaahat hai meri
Bahaaron ke ghere se laaya main dil sajaakar
Ek aisi sohbat hai meri
Saaye mein chaaye rehta hoon..Aankhen bichaye rehta hoon
jinse milta hoon

Kitnon ko dekha hai humne yahan
kuch seekha hai humne inse naya......O..o..o .....O..o.o

Pehle phursat thi ab hasrat hai samaakar
ek aisi uljhan hai meri
Khud chalke rukta hoon jahan jis jagah par
Ek aisi sarhad hai meri

Kehne se bhi main darta hoon... apnon ki dhun mein rahta hoon
Kar kya sakhta hoon
De sakhta hoon main thoda pyaar yahan par
Jitni hai siyat hai meri
Reh jaaoon sab ke dil me dil ko basaakar
Ek aisi neeyat hai meri

Ho jaaye to bhi raazi hoon....Kho jaaon to main baaki hoon
Yun samajhta hoon
Raste na badle na badla jahan.. phir kyon badalte kadam hai yahan

Song: Nahin Rakhta Dil Main Kuch
Singer: Lucky Ali
Lyrics: Aslam

Watch this song On Youtube

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D6qOjgjTkUY

CORPORATE CULTURE

Just another case of junk forward that I keep receiving in my work inbox.This one really made me smirk.Hence this upload.Nothin' serious :-)

This weekend I will get a hold of myself and have a big clear out of all the junk which has accumulated during the past week.If I'm feeling REALLY on top of everything I put the clothes which are covering my bedroom chairs in the washing machine and back in the wardrobes and drawers where they belong.The problem with being at work all the time is that by the time you are back all you want to do is lay your back, close your eyes and think of all the things that made you laugh in the day.
I know I know I have to acquire some discipline so I can grip what I should be doing and stick to it.

But here I am now, writing this blog, playing games on orkut and doing anything else I can think of to do in order to avoid having to tackle my household chores.My life is currently measured in 20 minutes segment.I've got into orkut big time getting happily involved in online games.I HATE doing household work and one of the great things about living on my own is that I need only clean and tidy when it gets really bad - unless I'm expecting visitors and then I rush round in a flat spin panicking like crazy and shoving everything into boxes, under tables and anywhere else I can conceal stuff :-)!

So here I am sitting here listening to my favorite song and writing this latest entry in my blog as a displacement activity. :D

Talking about blog entries ...I wish I was a fabulous writer who could make sense, so that I could show off my link like other bloggers do in the community.But then what are blogs actually ? self indulgence...and expressing myself the way I want it is all that matters.This blog is for me , by me and of me.Period!Its my relationship with oneself.I'm not goin' to talk about religion and belief and technology cause I don't have any of it and I care least about it.Am I self obsessed ? Maybe....but who is not.People just don't admit it.

Oh ya ! I hung up on Sam today and felt GREAT.Looser that he is, he expected me to recognize his number.He should have known that by not treating me like gold he was missing an opportunity.Which smart girl would date an average looking , freelance recruiter who does not wear shoes.And whose friends include ugly Hindi speaking girls.Job portal eh ? hahahaha !

I guess this is by far the most pathetic entry i've made so far.Maybe it's lack of caffeine or weekend excitement.

Snoooozzzzz

Shaadi dot Com....

I can't be happier than this.My best friend is engaged now and will be getting married in November.It's really really nice to know that a friend you spent your most careless days with is settling down and finding her oyster.
What are marriages actually? Some inspirational occasion to step inside the box or humanity's timeless ritual.I see it as a puzzle that my brain cannot handle.Or maybe I need more logical insight.
I always thought great things come from small beginning.And that it is change that makes us move ahead with the plan.It is then that we experience true happiness...with your SOULMATE.But figuring out who your soulmate is a bigger puzzle.Plus what is soulmate actually ? does anyone even know ?

Maybe it's best for me not to even think about it for I might be overly sensitive about how my last relationship failed miserably.So, instead of mulling over what I did wrong and analyzing what I should do in the future, I'd rather stay in the present moment and just do whatever I like.

I just have one question that I want to ask people.Does marriage harmonize emotional stress and financial imbalance? If answer is YES...! there I am...shaadi.com calling.... ;-)

I am struggling with the decision of whether or not I want to stay here in Delhi…I'm completely torn between going home to Mum's cooking, my own bed, my own native language and of course all of my friends from years gone by… I've been away a long time, and I don't know if I want to continue this lifestyle, or if I indeed want to come back to my dear homeland. Putting all other considerations aside, the matter really boils down to two things: do I want to stay? and can I logically afford to do so?

Yes...Yes...I need mental checkup.One day I write about sipping coffee and MTV and next day I come back to my Ann Marie mode.I will soon try to figure out what they've been mixing in my coffee ;-)

Lets hear something bout Coffee now ;-)

Of all the addictions there are out there…mine is coffee. However this addiction isn't so selective! I am addicted to any old coffee…but yeah it must be good strong preferably a latte or Americano that generally leaves a slightly bitter yet aromatic coffee flavour in my mouth (ya I know I sound like a pompous twit). I generally dose in my addiction four to five times a day.You see drinking coffee is not just about stopping the headaches you are getting (its true I really do get headaches) from the lack of caffeine, …drinking coffee is all about the experience. It is about enjoying the bitter aromatic flavours as they hit your mouth, its about the feeling on relief as you satisfy you coffee craving but most importantly alone or not its about enjoying your surroundings, slowing down the pace of life and to follow the line of kitkat ad with a student twist… “take a break have a coffee.”

My friend Aditya knows about my need for coffee and was the first to identify the sources of my headaches were from the lack of caffeine.However, he never understood why drinking coffee is my favorite pastime.That is when I needed to explain to him the idea of the “coffee experience” which consists of slowing slipping your coffee, enjoying the weather (rain or shine) and the company of your friends as your chat and talk about nothing and everything all at the same time.

If you coming this way…let me know and I can give you a list of the best coffee around…maybe then again maybe I am the only one this obsessed with coffee…hmmmm…

Tug of War

I can objectivity see where my life is.I am at a scale that seeks the harmony of well-balanced life, both personal and professional.It's like a of a tug of war between two giants. Yes ! Yes ! I will not fall victim to blind optimism.CPW Transition training is boring to the core and i've chosen Orange bus under Joris.Nothing much interesting happening in the training hub except for my natural plea to cut it short because most of the things that Rakesh speak is irrelevant to the process.And some of my dumb colleagues in their endless effort to prove their concentration ask ten question is five minutes and that really puts me off.Prachi , Alka and Amit are nonstop learners of dummy rocket science while Neeraj,Juicy & I are born scientists just grasping things and keeping it safe in the head.Plus we secretly stay connected to AOL, google and orkut in the class :-D while others are dealing with Kana and Dise.I will be certified tomorrow.Yay ! :-)

This side,I think i'm in love with MTV .I mean I have been tempted to over commit and overindulge in one of the Roadies Community on orkut.I can spend hours reading retard discussions and participating in forums.It keeps me occupied.I haven't had the time to miss anyone....plus I have learned that indulging in silly things don't hurt.There has been bad experience there like,I have been victim of identity theft where jobless retards cloned my profile and started abusing.But it didn't matter to me.Not at all.I care least now.I have been compared with some Bosky all day and I have no clue what she's all about.At one time,I did feel like my creative expression was blocked there, but again,I didn't try so hard to push against it because I feel like slowing down a bit and its for a reason. There I found a place within where I am not judging myself based on my production.And where everyone is detached.And nobody knows me.Things are a lot easier when you realize that there's no need to try to impress anyone.But yes,I will be wise to remember that too much of a good thing is not necessarily a good thing.

Last night I saw HER dying in my dream.And I was cold.I am not able to figure out what lies behind all that.But when I woke up,I thought about her and felt bad.Nevermind! I know there are some unnecessary discussions goin' on somewhere and all I can say is that they got to do something better to bother me.My willingness to delve into the mysteries of my own psyche can lead to bad scene at home.But I will choose to stay quiet.I know it's not so simple when what you bring into awareness creates tension with your peers and that keeping the intensity to myself is not a viable solution. But I am too much ahead of them to resist their allegations or prove my courage to show positive transformation.They have lost me now.It's too late.

I think I shouldn't be tempted to go overboard and write more than you should.Later !

Applying Thought

Its Appraisal time here in the company and I am sick to my head.Plus the entire L2 bay has been shifted to level 5. I don't know if its good or bad except for one relief that at least here we will not have whining agents running up to you every 5 minutes for help.Plus , pantry is less crowded.

Peeyush said, "Sorry to hear about your bad experience, Nilanjana, I have worked at Wipro and your complaints come as no surprise.There really is no excusing such a poor employee experience. I'm sorry to have ever been employed by them."

Wow, does that say it all about this company's lack of focus on employee experience? How would you like your employees to be sorry they were ever employed by you?

This leads me to an observation. In two companies I have worked with in customer experience, neither of the two actually did anything to measure employee loyalty and employee perception of the organizations ability to deliver to customer expectations. What a missed opportunity. While collecting OUR customer's perceptions and experience is critical to improving our performance, they are missing a key opportunity with THEIR own employees to evaluate and improve performance while raising employee pride. Your employees are the ones handling the customer issues, we are quite aware of what we need to do differently. Wipro has completely forgotten this very important stakeholder in their feedback processes.

Kabhi Kabhi Aditi

Kabhi kabhi Aditi zindagi mei yuhi koi apna lagta hai.
Kabhi kabhi Aditi wo bichhar jaaye to ek sapna lagta hai.

Hmmm ! Ya Right !

Blood in my caffeine system....

So its weekend's dizziness time...and my head feels like it's been used on a cheese grater after all that T&D and chatting and Scorpion Holiday and google.Sure....its not infected mushroom.Its overdose of internet I think and Im not tryin' to dramatize....but when my broadband fails to work , I use dial up to stay connected.I am sensing God's ridiculous efforts at refining me which is why this weekend instead of Barista or The Beach ,I was wandering at Spencers.It really makes sense, inspires me to keep moving,instead of loving and crying....just to keep being.I wanted to stop my social running around and take time to engage in pleasant activities around home. Spend time in the kitchen or decorating indoors to take my mind off more complicated issues for a while.We cannot shut off the flow of thoughts, but can shift our attention to more enjoyable pursuits even from home.My heart had been broken, and there is spaces left behind, there's no quick fix for me, not even forward rolling time. Rather than complete it with 'superficial filling', I choose to embrace it this way and walk my path taka style.So,as I returned home...I tried planning my dream madly, with years worth of thoughts and aspirations beginning to flow from me freely.But I still don't know what I am going to do with..1)the yahoo guys and 2) that BIG crafted paint tat i bought recently.I think i'm goin' to take a picture of that and load it here.I decided that the best thing for me to do today was to play some of my favorite songs and relish.So,I downloaded Holiday from Scorpions and played it fifty times.Took me back to those chilly Haflong concerts at CIH lawn.

Let me take you far away
Youd like a holiday
Let me take you far away
Youd like a holiday

Exchange your troubles for some love
Wherever you are
Let me take you far away
Youd like a holiday

Longing for the sun you will come
To the island without name
Longing for the sun be welcome
On the island many miles away from home
Be welcome on the island without name
Longing for the sun you will come
To the island many miles away from home


Its all over my head now.I have been told I am intense. My mind is always going and I am constantly receiving advice to "slow down," "stop running," and "relax." But I love my intensity .I know I am passionate and ridiculously silly at times. Bitching is my talent, and complaining is my hobby. And... I have loved an Asshole... He is my favorite. I've been told I am confident, yet intimidating. I would like to say I love people, but I think I rather choose who I love and who I receive love from. Someday,I would like to look like hindu Goddess idols.Or Ekta Kapoor's fighter aunties.

Oh ya...God has been gracious to have given me the luck to win tat 5 star Holiday in Sri Lanka or Goa.Something that I sort of deserve because nothing exciting has been happening in my life for some time now.I think when you are nice to people, you are rewarded.I remember filling that dumb survey out of pity because the rest of the crowd was too busy and proud to give attention to this chap who approached me with a feigned smile asking for just 2 mins of my time.And I had lots of them.

Dawn breaks...Snooze time now !

Am just back from dinner and instead of fujitsu escalations I'm going to talk bout food now. Reason being, I did not have a great meal and its making me think if I should start attending cooking class.Everyone likes to cook meal in the house. Though all my friends know that I'm not particularly patient with the kitchen and I've never been known as the homely type, and i just know how to make a phone call and order butter chicken or boil rice in pressure cooker and fry bhindi or potato in oil.Last week, I picked up vegetables and food of all sorts but haven't cooked a bit.Now its partially because of my laziness but mainly because the whole system is so complicated and time consuming starting from washing the veggies, chopping, mixing the right masala and blah blah.Plus main course got to be rice or chappati which I cannot manage in my dreams. I wish the concept was simpler like loaf and salad .I tried one of those meals in the past, doesn't help , my system isn't used to bread..it craves rice and I feel hungry and eventually end up hitting the Indian aisle at cafeteria. Then I pick up naan or roti and dal and rice and spicy sabzee and sometimes butter chicken.At home , when i'm hungry I'll go for maggie or cup noodles instead of cool salad .Now tats bad isn't it ?

And looking at our regular life every day we are always tempted with food and drink. We like to eat, we entertain, we feed people. We have friends over, and say, “What can I get you to eat?” Somebody stops by, we break out the snacks. Run into a friend and they say, “Let’s do lunch.” People come to visit, we buy groceries.And somehow its taking me to Haflong's Bakery where they sell big loaf ( as they call it ) I've been missing that here in Delhi.

Of all the things that I'm most nostalgic bout , its the Haflong bakery..That soft and warm loaf with brown crust and small coloured raisin chunks. A big sandwich made out of that loaf mixed with some pork chops .....mmm am almost hungry again.Oh yea......I even miss the taste of Nunta....salty and crispy Nunta.... mixed with sesame seeds. And Apple Cookies.I kind of like it. It won't take the place in my favourites list, but I can see myself getting them again if I go home next.It has the shape of a flower with red colour in the centre.Very pretty.And yes ! not to forget every child's favourite crispy Lychi wrapped in transparent plastic.It is sweet, and contributes a nice texture.These are some of my nostalgia cookies. lol...
Hmm... makes me want to visit Barman Bakery next time I go to Haflong. Imagine a Nunta with one of those lattes in Cafe Coffee Day.

Awww....my mental capabilities have started to peter out, but it's there. I wish I had leave balance and extra money to buy tickets to the Hills.

The paradoxes of life seem remote today as I sort of feel serious. Intellect seems to have finally worked perfectly .Information that I acquired seem more significant than ever, for I'm getting it all together and making sense of it.
Downside: I am feeling a little nostalgic, wishing that old friends now far away could be there to share some beer.
Www....Rohit hovering ...

I was prepared for an annoying day. And have always felt the need to assert myself, especially when I am in the middle of an activity or analyzing my most deeply held convictions.Living in society, we all have to make compromises. But I am not sure if I need to adjust my attitude to adapt to the system, or whether I should fight for my individuality.

Now that the contact details have gone to trash, I am left alone with my questions, my illusions, and perhaps some decisions to make about my capabilities. Am I an intellectual or a poet ? It's not always easy to tell, especially when it comes to choosing ways of thinking or even ways of living my life.Perhaps a quarter away , I will be gone...miles away...Unseen....Untouched....Just want to be sure I take the time I need to get some perspective on the situation in order to be in the right state of mind to make the decision that is best for me. And remember, it's OK to have some doubts, because I know how important this decision is to my future.

And tonite I just want to relax....and explore the magic within, instead of making tenuous connections with someone who doesn't seem interested in the same level of emotional involvement.
DE TAALI :-) yay !

Dr Altruist says .......

People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person. When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on. Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But only for a season.! LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.
Thank you for being a part of my life, whether you were a reason, a season or a lifetime.

Neelam is quite my gossip kaki ;-) & its nice.And Vikas has been a good bro though he nags bout me being inconsiderate towards him most of the time.hehehe.keep on tryin' bro.....I'm your brat :-D And I am going to follow my heart's desire even if it means travelling from one disaster to another.

Making too much of nothing...

It's GORGEOUS outside here btw.It rained today and I carried my blue umbrella the way i used to when I lived in Haflong.Things are so different here.I remember having to carry an umbrella everyday there cos the weather was so unpredictable there.Its been very different here in Delhi.And today, I want to go out shopping and just drive around. I don't have much money though. And I want to go with a friend.YES ! I KNOW ITS SUNDAY TODAY and it is ridiculous having to jump out of your bed and rush to work when the rest of the world in enjoying monsoon. I want to go to the Haus Khaz fort with Ashim or go out to a bar tonight with friends even though I don't need the alcohol...I am going to call him Ashim from now on cos it feels REAL that way.Last time, he saw something in me that I couldn’t see. And every time he looked at me, I felt alive again.

Inspite of all these beautiful weather out ,Delhi doesn’t feel like home anymore. I used to feel as if I had two homes. Two places full of friends and family. Two places where I could be myself and be happy. This summer is different. It is not a place where I want to be for a long period of time. Perhaps I wouldn’t feel this way if my old friends were around. My friends have all moved away and so now there isn’t much left for me to do. All I have right now is a cup of coffee which is not enough. I am bored. I don’t even have a boyfriend to hang out with or cuddle when its raining. I have my sister who is only sleeping when she's home or out to work. Here at work there are women all of who I can not stand for too long. I don’t want to say hi or good morning when I don’t feel like it. I don’t want people to talk to me unless I talk to them. Actually I don’t want people to talk at all (unless I give them permission) but I know that is very unreasonable and even more unlikely.

(sad I know).

RED BULL

Tats my latest addiction after latte. Red Bull ! It costs me 75 rupees :-(
For tat amount I could buy two beer and one cigarette. Humph !
Red Bull supposedly give u Wings it seems. Really ?
I've been told it has HIGH concentration of caffeine,glucose,sucrose and taurine to increase metabolism. I have no clue what they do to my body but I sort of feel happy every time I drink it.

Dum Da Da Dee Da ....

How old am I ? twenty six !I don't feel adult enough to be twenty six, if anything I feel I am regressing. My friends aren't much help, they all seem so much more grown up than me. One of them is married with two kids, and the other two have just bought houses with their partners and talking seriously about marriage and children.

I feel to young to be doing any of that, and the idea of being responsible for another human being fills me with terror. When I was younger I used to think that when I reached the age I am now, that would be it. Everything would make sense, and I would have a clearly defined path through my life.

But in fact I couldn't be more confused.

Maaaad as a fish

I know I know, “..months after your break up, you should be happy blah blah blah” but when did anyone ever know me as logical or blissful ? Never, right.

At the moment, I’m stressing about almost everything. It doesn’t help that I’m tired and I have the patience and temper of a very hungry lion at the moment…if i was a lion, i would be roaring “GIVE ME MEAT” and running around eating people’s heads or something.

My source of stress right at this second is of course LOkesh . I’m finding it increasingly hard to bite my tounge every time he mutters something about DAT that i simply have to do right away. He only sits about a foot away from me and tends to lean over onto my desk as well as his own. I’m not good with people right in my space anyway, but when it feels like someone is looking over your shoulder (even though he isn’t), it’s driving me insane.

Of course there’s a million other little things that are getting on my nerves/stressing me out too:

Lokesh's voice
My jeans keep falling down. I look like i’m trying to be one of those cool kids with baggy arsed trousers
Why can’t someone give me lots of money
Why doesn't Sam call ?
Should i go on? I think not….MY GOD I NEED SOME SEX !!!!!!!!

Being Miscellaneous...

Things are altogether a bit strange at the moment. Which makes it all the harder, blogging wise. I’m well aware that i’ve blogged a lot about Sam, and i’m trying to find usual day to day things to write about. But life just isn’t day to day right now. My body is all out of sync, my brain is stressed and the two combined are making me feel rather ill.

On a positive, the apartment feels like home, well ‘a’ home now. Although home is still in the Hills in my mind, i’m hoping that this will change pretty soon.

I’m blowing hot and cold. One moment, everything is glorious and the next moment i get hit by a whole load of crap i’m living in Delhi, i miss mom and my home and i don’t know anyone who I can trust and i don’t want to go to work and i don’t want to have to take that green fucking auto(which i do, every time i want to go somewhere)’.

Yesterday was fun. Inspite of stomach fuck up (thanks to aol treat) .Even beggars eat better food than that i think.But catching up with Pradu was fun....so was Abha n Sandy at Flames ( quite a kool guy ).I avoided alcohol :-) But I guess that’s expected of a sick me.However, it did remind me why I don’t drink any more. It turns me into a crazy monster.An emotional crazy monster. Who cries buckets for a silly guy. And can’t form words properly. And loses money.I used to drink lots, a few months ago but i stopped when it became quite clear that it did nothing for my depression and made me 100% worse. It also makes me feel VERY ill.

One thing that I realized recently is that I think everyone is judging me by my own harsh standards… I never stop to think that maybe they don’t see what I do, maybe they see someone that they like.I focus on the negative, that much is clear. I know that i’ve never been totally happy, I also know that at one point, I really wasn’t happy at all. I have spent so much time feeling and being negative about me and everything that happens with me, and spent so much time thinking ‘I’m sad’ that I didn’t notice the little positive changes.
While there might still be an inner sadness, I can accept that it’s ok. Perhaps I will never be 100% happy….I don’t know many people who are. Perhaps that will get better over time. For all that focusing on what was wrong, I didn’t look around and see all that’s now right. I am happy. I’d forgotten how to recognise when I was.

Things have clicked into place over the last few weeks. I feel like i’m finally getting somewhere, and it’s somewhere that’s looking quite good. I can deal with things better, I know that I need to concentrate on who I am and will be rather than who i used to be, and I also know that whatever I thought, I actually had good reasons for feeling the way I did.

I spent so long being who I thought I should be, how I thought everyone else wanted me to be and then such a long time just holding myself together, that I forgot who I was. I’m still not sure, but I do know that it’s a nice, happy, funny and caring person….well that person is in there somewhere.

I can remember little pieces of who I am now. I can feel how nice it was to be myself. There’s no point trying to struggle back to who i was in the past, I need to look to the future, and I know who I want to be.

Swirling mass of contradictions.

Been a while since I posted. Was caught up in so much shit. Friends , love , family , job , bills....so many things keep me busy. lol. I wish i could be free like those sparrows I see in the fort.Work continues to be hectic and CPW migration will take away our business if we don't come up with a resolution within a day or two.Our leaders suck ! I think its foolish to raise fault ticket n stop routing calls instead of finding a solution. Plus , Mumbai, Bangalore and Waterford are better off tweaking routers than anythin' else.But anyway, i finally have two days to rest and i'm looking forward to catching up with Puneet, Ranbir and most important painting tat old cupboard in my room which i had been thinking of ever since i can recall...Puneet has just finished college and left hostel and friends for good.I can just understand how nostalgic that can be.Hostel bonding...nothing compares to it.Its just temporary phase tat occupies your life and later becomes a memory.He's still a boy who loves his friends so much and he thinks he's goin' to miss them lots and forever.....sometimes innocence of mind make you so adorable.Though in my case , I have realized that when our mind can be our best friend , it can be your worst enemy too.I just want to live a normal life without letting my past and negative energy affect me.

Tat reminds me, I want to attach a photo of my new room setup.I read on the internet that according to vaastu shastra we should sleep in southern direction for peace and harmony.And that is all I need right now after all these whirlwind thats been happening in my life.And yes, i did feel the difference after i gave away my old clothes, pillows and bed sheets to tat poor woman.I hope it doesn't affect her life.I must be funny....as Aditya says ;-) I've been eating weird meals.I got this idea of organising my meal a healty way, so i went to spencers and got all green vegetables and papayas and everything that i could pick up from the exotic corner.Now the thing is...i don't like it.I'm just not the salad type and i end up eating more ham than the fruits.And i had the weirdest dinner of the year today i guess. I hated the taste of broccoli so much , i mixed extra mayonese and pepper plus those fried potatoes tat mini had left.Good diet and Nilanjana just don't go hand in hand i guess.

I was reading bout health tips and smoking effects on AOL today and did an addiction test. I've been told m at medium stage...hmmm Really ?? bullshit...i think i'm worse than the chimney i had seen at barman bakery in Haflong.I have given up alcohol....i almost don't even drink socially.Like its Aasif's birthday day after tomorrow and i don't want to celebrate it with alcohol.And I really really want to cut down on cigarettes if not quit completely...i mean , its seriously unkool.

Ohh Gawd ! theres lots more i can think of and write... like how Sunny tried to hit on me to the core yesterday and how it feels when he calls me from Amsterdam and how happy I was to know tat Bihari is coming to India this August, something that I always look forward to every year cos thats the only exciting thing that happens to me on annual interval....its not Diwali or Holi but always Bihari's homecoming tat I wait for.I know he will not be happy to see me in my present condition bcos he has always thought of me as a substantial person who is just careless.Let me not think much .Its bad for my health. lol.Time to swap to snooze mode.....

Goodnight !

p.s. just thought of Anaconda's eye....and this is what i want to tell him...."listen dude ! i am ok & i'm much more stronger than wat u think i am.
and *******....i heard u life royally sucks...m sorry to know but i guess tats just bad karma....so be careful. U ruined my life...and you are just paying for it.I care least bout u now...you started the game , victimised two happy people with your dirty politics and now u r ruined for life....now spend the rest of it with somebody you don't love and i hope you realise how sick it is to live like tat....yah...like i am living without my bf bcos of YOU. You awful bitch. NOW ROT! Cry for the rest of your life.

I'm happy.

Another One....LOL

REALLY ?

Incredibly self-obsessed....

Something or the other keeps be busy here in my workstation......well, i'm at least pretending like i'm really busy workin' on sumthin'

Who would know the self obsessed me was goin thru sum self analysis test. Hmm ! Here , I'm posting the results. lol

And tats not all.....i gottu mantion bout how I celebrated my birthday one week late with team members.....SIGH ! And how I overheard Shabb and Arfat discuss casteism. And here, since there are ppl hovering around plus I have ppl sitting behind me......& i absolutely hate it when ppl look into my screen while i'm typing......lemme procastinate tat for later ;-)

for now its my personal shock. lol

a fair-weather blogger

I am admittedly a fair-weather blogger, the kind who only blogs when she absolutely has to, or if she has nothing else to do or because

A) she's really bored

B) she's procrastinating over something else and

C) she doesn't want to waste her highspeed broadmand advantage at work or make full use of unlimited usage plan ( courtesy my srvice provider ).

I know some jobless people have the time to blog every few hours or everyday, but I REALLY have nothing of merit to say.Really ! That is why I keep writing about all weird experiences tat happen in my boring life.

Work has resumed in AOLUK, and I can't work up sufficient to this blog or orkut (because, let's face it, the fujitsu entries and escalations run on rage). This makes it a lot less fun for me, because all i like to do is smoke smoke and smoke.

They have allocated me mid shift which means i finish by 12 midnite. There is no way I can complain about this arrangement because whining about working in the evening, and at a time when there is no crunch, is just bad form. It would be a pointless and attention-seeking kind of whining. Moreover, half the people I deal with are too dumb to notice if I'm pissed-off.

But so what ! I am commited.Aubrey sent an appreciation mail. And it is important to me cos I have to remind myself that I am goin' to WORK now.

Hi Nilanjana,

Am extremely proud of the effort you have put in and hope to see this trend continue not for me but becoz its what is required from you by the company.

Regards

Aubrey

After my last entry, I became extremely sick to my stomach। His effort to take revenge! It seems like life doesn't agree with me.They insisted that I was crazy. Ya I was.He is so below me. How did I even want to go out with him? Look at his teeth. And his physical appearance is terribly ugly and disgusting .He used to take money from me and spend on MY friends like he is God's gift to mankind and promote generosity in such a way tat even Mother Teresa would be ashamed.Blahh!! So, he's a sick bastard. So, what! I just have to go on. He's not important in my life. He never was. I never let him be.why bother with a nut case. Forget he exists and go on with life. Maybe this will be my last entry. Good-bye and be well.

And I thought, maybe he hasn't really gone away. Maybe he is still here in heart even though it doesn't feel like it most of the time. As if that affection of his that was so bright and hot will come back.

If only it could stay like that. If only we could go out occasionally and flirt and fondle while the the music plays on full moon, and that it could make me feel good and warm and forgetful, and then we could go our separate ways and the night would just vaporize into pleasant memories.And I keep replaying all the pleasant memories in my head, because after all the agony I experienced in the last six months, it felt so good to have him actually want to be close to me.And to have him put his arm around me.

And in the middle of all these,there is nothing like getting some stressful call from an undefined person I had been dealing with.He had the balls to ask me if I made out with Sam.And later to suggest that I see a psychiatrist.I think guys can sense when a woman is unavailable -like dogs can sense fear.

Sam used to say,maybe he's a wolf who was preying on me in my most vulnerable time.When someone puts their arm around you as you walk down the street, it feels loving and protective.So much that o forget that maybe all they want to do is fuck you.And it's not even a question of whether he's a good person or not, of if he can be a boyfriend or not, because even if he could be, he wouldn't be a good boyfriend for me, despite this small favors and loving actions which endures me. Which is the whole reason I wont let it get far, but WHATEVER.I'm aware that I'm doing is silly and dangerous.

So, go away now,I don't want you. How could you think I ever did? And that we even connect and blah blah blah.All that you did was pretend like you were my supporter in bad times.And emotionally wretched that I am, I fell for your one liners that mean crap to me.
Just go. away.
You're valueless. You're not priceless. You're zero.
Loser.
Failure.
Loser.

Big fucking loser.

Go the fuck away.

Let me off.

Welcome to the new level of maturity...

Ok ! so its May 15th :-) And my 26th birthday।And I'm just reviewing the past year
It has been quite a year...I didn't accomplish anything I wanted to last year, and the new year isn't looking as bright as I had hoped, but the optimist in me says things are only going to get better। I wont make any resolutions because I am total crap at living up to them, but I did think up some goals I'd like to try to work toward. Here's to a better and brighter future! And thanks to Aasif and Abha for their time :-) and effort.And everyone else who called ,left wishes on scrapbook and sms. Some of my most enticing relationships have been formed with friends I've met online. Some amazing relationships. Some great friendships. Some people that have made a difference in my life in ways they'll never know.And .........

We met.In my own private connection,I knew he would reciprocate.He has remained pretty relent since his last attempt at hurting me. I was guilty of calling him and in doing so, I probably led him to believe there's still some interest on my end. And there really wasn't any...until (and I can't believe I am about to write this) I saw him at SDA.Good lord, I couldn't take m eyes off him.He was in jeans and a t shirt.And extremely gentle.I am thankful for the love lessons and watching life continues through him and our past. Yesterday ,I saw the different shade of our love, and it made sense. I don't define love as affection anymore....I have learned that its more about anonymous kindness and respect.All the past awkwardness forgotten.I am in awe at our power to persevere and make the most of everything. And I am thankful for the fact that if it wasn't for HIM I would not have ever understood love and romance । Thank you for the joy Sam.

xoxoxox

After all that whirlwind the past months, I just don't even know where to start. There are so many uncertainties and I am so afraid to write down anything which would potentially be a reminder of my present situation and people I love to be with these days...our nightouts, wipro, iit nescafe etc.I miss Ghy and my carefree student life. Yes, like the deserts miss the rain. And its doesn't help knowing that some of the happiest years of my youth will never come back. Rajeshree was a blast. There my happy place kicked off the madness. But leaving Ghy felt strange, not knowing when I would see that human zoo again felt unsettling and I remember wanting more time in college, to take a little bit more back with me. Who knew that after spending just three years in Ghy I'd miss it so much. Who knew that Christina and Yamde would remain in Itanagar and get married. Who knew that Kimshain would go to law college. Who knew that Api would join the aviation and fly.Who knew that Jenny would fly to China and design t-shirts.Who knows. What the future may hold.I dont even have any clue where Archana, Smith and Debonita dissapeared. Jenny always said to me when we sat in the terrace smoking our lives away, that the world is our oyster. She's so happy working in Taiwan now. And now, I understand. Happiness is sitting idly under the sky in the dark, basking in the sun, talking about the world, our oysters and the deep blue sea. Happiness is taking a risk for what you value. Happiness is giving your best shot.Happiness is a text from far away or a random occurrence which makes you smile as you remember something someone said or did, someone you love and miss. I'm happy.

Some people are morning people. They go to bed at respectable hours and wake up to fresh sunlight filtering through the fading night air. They look forward to a day brimming with promise and new people to meet. They eat hearty breakfasts while watching morning variety shows detailing the weather for the day and reading the newspapers. They go to work humming the song they woke up with; they breeze into the office with perky hellos.

I am not one of these people.I am so utterly broke, I may have to sell used underwear on eBay.

I woke up this morning with a slight headache because SOMEONE was shouting into my ear last night.

And this is what i want to tell him/her.

What I choose to do is relevant only once... when I choose how to spend my days. I made my choice and it belongs to me. And with all due respect, you have no idea what the quality or amount of the time I spend with myself is. I am reasonably confident your information is wrong .Just in case you want to know, when I made my choice I was happy. Just like you don't get to decide what makes me happier, I don't get to decide what makes you happier.

I want to be entirely clear. You don't get to say I am a terrible person because you think you wouldn't make my choices in my situation. You don't get to say that my sister don't want to be with me when you don't know them .You don't get to judge me because you think you know exactly what you would do if you had my situation. I want to be really clear: you don't know. And if the sun always shines on you -- and I pray it does -- you will never know.

Happy Mother's Day !

It's Mother's day today and i'm tryin' to think of all the good things that she's done for me. I keep thinking "it's ok, I have loving parents, I have my sisters" But what I keep forgetting is to express my love.I may not have said this ever but Mom....I really love you lots.
I'm wondering what 'Hard thing' God has planned for me. But at least I have learned not to complain about house work because my Mom told me last time "Junjuna, do hard things and do it well".I'm not sure whether it's because of her endless support, or whether it's the memories of my childhood with her- but I really miss her.

She was always so proud of me that when I think back, it makes my heart break. Sitting here, now, in a place which I can't really call home.The pride she always felt for me is both tormenting and comforting. She is the reason I have never been afraid to try new things. Her trust in my ability is what has brought me around here.She is the one who has always told me to follow my heart. So thanks to her, I have lived and loved in the strangest places.I have followed my heart, and had it broken and never once have I thought of slowing down and not sharing my life and my love with the people I meet along the way.Perhaps now, at this age, I should know better, but then again, perhaps not.The last time I was with mom,we argued about something so ridiculous.I was against her open mindedness with intercaste marriage in the family.Perhaps , I forgot that what I'm today is because of her.I should have understood that by letting Dona free, she was doin' justice to her motherly love.

I recently went from planning and almost staying back in Assam to be with my family after all that unkempt phase of deceit here.
But here I am now, still working for Wipro and I am tryin' to love my job, which is good I guess, since I have to work only five days a week.

Wow... don't know where to begin thinking of all the madness that is going on here, I just want to give everyone proof of life. Let them know I am ok.
Lonely, but ok.
The kind of loneliness you only feel when you are surrounded by people.
Detached.
Like these words I am writing now.
Making no sense.

I have been so lazy with blogging plus internet speed in Assam sucks.Now that i'm back I will perhaps scribble more than I did last month.I couldn't get around to organizing the pictures from my trip, but I am tryin' my best to cover all ! And it's for all those net freaks and addicts who have been constantly requesting me to update my blog and unlock it.



As you can see, my my sister , our pet and I have already bonded. Quite a bit. I mean, how could we not? We are the super bitches :P





I'm so happy i'm finally home......yay !





It was really fun with Barbilee--the first time I've been in Silchar with Aunt Elveena।I gifted her a saree and she bought me a nightie in return.lol. It was quite a different environment from Delhi!! My sisters, cousins, niece, grandma, mom, dad.

My baby pine.....standing tall now. I've been kind of flattering myself to think that in just eight years they have grown so tall and I nurtured them.They pretty much know better what to do with themselves than I know for myself.

Raccoon --- we call her Muddimma।I haven't seen much action of hers because she sleeps all day like the employees of Indian call center do.One night while mom was feeding her,I called her name hoping that she would respond but she didn't seem to realize that I wanted to play with her.She twisted the tail and turned around :-(


This guinea pig is really alert and intelligent।Her name is Mozzo Guffu ।The first time she encountered me, she was aloof yet soooo cute :-)

बौउऊ---She is extremely cute and lovable। I can't say I've known a sweeter dog, actually. She likes to always be near me, and is happy to ride along in the car and hang out॥ When I am sitting on the couch watching a movie, she jumps up next to me and have her head rest on my lap. One night I woke up to a strange noise, only to realize it is her snoring with her head on my pillow.



Batto -- is pretty।And I actually hate to see her inside the cage.But she anyway didn't look distressed and was chirping away to glory......Oye !!

Finally, in the past 6 months I've felt good . It's been a hard struggle this year getting though the knots of life. It plagued me. And after so many requests I have decided to unlock tis blog cos i'm tired of answering why i've gone so private.So here I go...

It was supposed to be a rest . Donna's wedding was tough, and I didn't get home until 23rd after all the drama of rituals and blessing.I enjoyed it in the sense that it was good eye opener to me. I don't know how I would have done if I had to marry a foreigner.I just wanted to get it over with and go home. Enjoy the ride and some scenery along the way.
It was the first time I'd seen any hills this year. The drive was beautiful, and I tried to take it all in my head, especially after I was left in Delhi's chase group for so long.It wasn't long but the soft dirt now and then made it tough. Luckily, I could count on my goggles .But things are a little hazy in my memory now.:(

There was one weak bridge that we had to cross close to having to collapse, but my stubborn pride forced the cranks over in an agonizing struggle through thick wooden support and we made it to Haflong.

I've digressed! My stream of consciousness has meandered. I am talking about the hills and how I felt good for the first time this year! So back to it. I thought I would be exhausted from the battle ground tat i came from and a lack of sleep.At home, I'd actually doze off by 10 pm.And the day would begin fast,it took me a few laps to get going.

And then, in Kolkata, Munna & I headed towards the market for some sea food.We went to this lounge closest to his place , and ordered beer and prawn.Ate with great gusto but when it was time to pay the bill, it was painful. Damn !

Here in Delhi , i've been spring cleaning ever since I came back.What amazing weather compared to Silchar.And now , a clean house to get along with it.

I thought May would be a good moon for me.But a diagnosis of episcliritis said it all.

M yet to cover all my thoughts & experience.Theres lots more to jot.But I think I need my dose of coffee now....so i'll come back later for more.