Thursday, May 29, 2008

Parent Trap :-)

Mom – Dad visiting, which means :-) :

  • Lesser smoking
  • Someone to talk to at home
  • Coming back from office to a non-empty house
  • Not thinking about what to cook
  • Getting cooked food
  • Not being scared of falling sick
  • Eating lesser junk food
  • Not fretting about how to spend the weekend
  • “Delegating” household work (so cheap, i know)
  • Not having to go alone to buy veggies (maybe not going to buy veggies AT ALL!!!)

It also means :-( :

  • Lesser smoking
  • No TV
  • Only K TV(not Karnataka/Kerala/Kannada TV but the K serials)
  • Not sleeping on my bed (shallow but true)
  • Keeping things more organised
  • Being force fed (especially fruits and milk)
  • Being lectured (especially when refuse to have fruits and milk)

STILL, I have never been more excited to have my parents around!

PS: Both the lists are subject to change depending on the experiences.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

This weekend I discovered...

  • Carrying your laptop from one room to another can be quite an ‘exercise’.
  • I didn’t know how to spell exercise.
  • My career would have been long dead without spell-check.
  • It’s NOT SMART AT ALL to leave office work to finish on the weekend.
  • Watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S back-to-back for 2 hours is STILL a good pastime.
  • Rachel’s (Jennifer Aniston’s) nipples show through ALL her dresses.
  • All channels have at least one anchor with fake British/American/Australian accent (including news channels)
  • Even Hritik Roshan’s clone cannot beat the new Harman Baweja in ‘cloneliness’.
  • I am addicted to this guy. (esp. Mr. Pitiful)
  • If a man is staring at your boobs, that’s making you feel uncomfortable, staring back at his crotch may not have the same effect on him.
  • Reaching for a glass of juice at a significant distance with a cigarette in one hand and a laptop in your lap can lead to burn mark injuries AND you can end up pinging the last person you want to ping saying ‘aaaass’. Not to mention the juice spilling on the carpet.

Friday, May 16, 2008

Eating Disorder(ly)

I don’t know if it’s some kind of reverse anorexia – because I think I have really lost weight but the weighing machine shows the opposite and the clothes only get tighter.

Besides this…there are some rather queer eating disorders I have developed:

ITSFS – The Intolerance-To-Stale–Food-Syndrome: I have developed this strange aversion to anything which is cooked more than 6 -7 hours ago.
This is a very very worrisome situation looking at my current state of affairs. The punju genes do not let me cook food for only one person so there are obviously leftovers.
Then, I let the leftovers linger for sometime in the fridge (as if the food will rejuvenate sitting in there). I open the fridge with the intension of eating the leftovers and end up taking out something equally unhealthy (read coke/chocolates/bread). At last, when the food has given up and completely rots on me, I scowl at it (as if it is the fault of the food) and throw it away. (I hope UNICEF, UNESCO.. Al Gore or whoever - environmentalists don’t read my blog!)

To rectify this situation, (please bear with the language, my appraisal is in process. I need to practice not using ‘street language’) I have tried several approaches – one of them being – TPA (The Phoenix Approach) –which is creating a new meal out of a leftover meal. This can be quite a rush if my creative brain cells are working (this is rather rare)… or else I can churn up really disastrous concoctions.

Like when I mixed the left-over khichri with left over mix vegetables, I don’t know what went wrong where (maybe it was the weird mix of soy sauce in the veggies and ‘heeng’ in the khichri ). I had to throw away my dinner and make do with a Mars bar and then tossed and turned in the bed for half the night.

Did you notice, how one thing leads to another? Meaning - how intolerance to stale food led to consumption of chocolate AND insomnia?

The next is:

INHS - The I’m-Not-Hungry Syndrome: For some reason the brain and stomach send exactly contrasting signals to each other. So, on a bright morning when I feel 'let me detoxify and introduce the body to nutrition', I begin the day by telling myself- 'today’s breakfast will be a fruit bowl – minus the bananas ofcourse!'

Then, as I walk up the stairs to the cafeteria… my stomach goes…beep-beep-beep-beep at the idli-dosa counter and my feet take me to the carb-rich but sumptuous looking idlis and oil-soaked-sinfully-deep-fried vadas. After I devour them with no recollection of the morning oath, I head towards the fruit stall (as if I have some debt to pay to the fruits!) I get a fruit bowl – bananas, mangoes and everything carb and glucose!

Then, as I am eating the fruit bowl, I hear the brain hurtling abuses to the stomach. It’s torturous and I leave the fruit-bowl half finished (more wastage..! I know!)

Then, because of such a shameless overeating at breakfast, I think ‘the lunch should be light..a small sandwich should be good’.

Then, I find myself returning with an embarrassingly largish plate full of pasta salad+Russian salad (I knooooo!!) and a sort of like a ‘club sandwich’.

Its appalling.

Such a pattern continues for the whole day..(sometimes for a ‘few days’).

The worst part is that through out all of this, there is no peaceful eating…as faint alarms keeps ringing at the back of the head:
‘for criss sake, you have a high-cholestrol history
oh please not all this junk- your knees are already pleading you to lose weight
no no…u just bought a size ‘M’ top! Stop ...STOP!

And to worsen it all…(and despite all of this..) I think I am losing weight! The fact is I am losing ‘it’!

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

back again- blahsfemmy's back- BETTER NOT TELL A FRIEND!

Phew! Seems like everyone has left. There is no site meter here but the number of ppl not complaining about the blog shutting is a clear indicator that there are no worthy / unworthy readers here.

This is good in a way. I needed this ‘space’.

What was supposed to be my ‘personal’ writing space turned into a firkin Facebook! But then, that’s what you ask for when you put anything personal on the ‘world wide web’.

Now that there is some breathing space, I shall continue the rants.

(Although I do not expect or want many reading this, I would still write this in the 'narration mode', as that is the only mode I know of. Also, other modes sound very documentary-like and hence boring.)

So, life has taken (yet) another turn and this was long due. I could always see it coming from the corner of my eye but it seemed too far or a little blurry.

Now, I see it clearly and in my face everyday and there are some pretty stark reminders in the day-to-day life – and it sometimes bogs me down but mostly I manage to lift my spirits.

Some days it feels like an accomplishment and some days I feel beaten up and defeated.

Yes, you guessed it right. ..today is one of the latter days.

Only add ‘bored to death’ to the previous two adjectives.

The problem isn’t that there is no work (I love NO WORK) but it is the fact that I have to pretend to work (without having access to any messengers/personal email/blogs etc).

So, believe it or not, I am actually typing a draft of this post in a storyboard format (hey, no kidding.. the filename is “ConfigurationManagement_Storyboard_Vpseudo.doc)

This is mainly to ensure that the PMs i.e. the Peeping -tom Managers etc. are under the impression that I am ‘utilising my time well’. Also, as a cover up I have a Wikipedia window open with Configuration Management details to quickly alt-tab to in case a certain peep-tom comes too close.

(On that note, O Wikipedia – har jawan content developer ki dhadkan-I take this opportunity to thank thee. Without your apar shakti and gyaanvardhakta, I would be lost in this tough world of rehashing existing crappy content into crappier stuff!)

To make the ‘cantankerous’ matters worse… a very annoying middle-aged man who joined recently in the HR division plonked right beside me. The sad part is that he has taken the place of a very quiet and docile Dutch girl, who spoke only when spoken too in her broken english and otherwise would mostly keep to herself - in short, everything a perfect neighbour in office should be.)

This new one has a (stinky) air of over confidence about him, which is so thick that it’s almost visible with naked eye - like a 'reverse halo' or something.

He peeps into my laptop screen and then lets out a big sigh or yawns intermittently. Then, looks at me to check if I noticed and will I make some polite conversation to ask him ‘whats the matter, dear?'

But I stay indifferent and maintain my ‘deep-in-concentration’ frown-like expression. This expression is just bordering the ‘do-not-disturb-or-I-can-get-very-rude expression.

(On a side note, I realise now that this is also my face when in a train/plane/airport/any waiting place. It saves me from lot of idle conversations. Not because I am not an idle-conversation person but because I divulge into too many details and before I know half of my life history (and personal email addresses) are shared with this random person who I may never meet again but who will send me spam ‘good morning’ mails for the rest of my life. Yes, it has happened to me.)

PP (Pesky Prick) mutters certain things (as if to himself)..but it is very clear from the things muttered that he doesn’t mean to leave it at that. Sample these:

“oh dear, where has this man disappeared to?”

“umm..humm..i like this song..(playing on someone else’s machine…) I like the artist, he is my favourite.. which was the one I liked?..”

“Aah..the food on the table is making me hungry…”

But I stay as indifferent as ever and type away.

Anyway, coming to the point where I need to record in this journal of mine why this morning (and yesterday evening) has turned the ‘new improved’ me to the ‘old cantankerous’ me.

"Being a single woman is a curse in most cities of this country." Now, that is not a very eye-opening statement, you might say.

However, a single woman living alone AND who is not good at bargaining is DISASTER personified.

I give in and resign too soon. I start off very stormily and an average non bargainer like me would think ‘whoa…easy woman!’…but with hardly any persuasion, I can hear myself saying ‘oh okay then. Sure’.

Where are my Mom's genes when I need them most? Where? Where?

I guess only around the waist! **Sigh!**

And, then I loathe myself for giving in so easily.

"This too shall pass" :-) …like the boring time passed while I typed this ‘comeback post’.

Till next time…

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Yoohoo..

**peeks from behind the blog**

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