10 steps to enjoy a bubbly in the most unclassiest way possible…

1. Buy a good bottle of white wine
2. Ensure that the bottle has a long nose and that the cork is really tight
3. Conveniently lose the corkscrew
4. Start uncorking with the next best tools such as the nail cutter and a screwdriver
5. Do a such shoddy job that the cork comes out in bits and pieces
6. Finally, push the cork into the bottle out of sheer frustration of not being able to get the bloody thing out
7. As wine glass is not available, use an ordinary glass tumbler
8. Pour the wine in; only to discover bits and pieces of cork merrily floating around
9. (and now the icing on the cake) Rush to the kitchen, get the tea strainer to filter out the cork pieces
10. Enjoy !!

Thank god, the girl who was with me was a sporty gal pal and not someone yours truly was trying to impress ;)

Souvenier...

Was lazing around the resort all through.. Didn't get any time to shop... So something that I randomly picked out from the gift shop at Holiday Inn in the few minutes that I got between check-out and coach drop...

Blissful Goa...

3 Days away from work... an absolute bliss...

What the future holds...

Last week, we were all in Mumbai for the monthly team meeting. Boss had taken us all out to dinner at Tendulkars after the meeting.. Along with the bill came some fortune chocolates.. This is what they had to say...





I guess I should start believing in such stuff coz tomorrow I am indeed travelling and going home ;)

Gosh.. I'm old...

A few hours back DB just told me that the median age of India was 24.8 years.. I turned 25 last September.. That makes me older that half of the country's population..

Boy! am I disturbed or what!!

and the day comes to an end....

and this was my Valentine.....

remember the time when you were in kindergarten. you'd meet this kid you know nothing about and ten seconds later you'd end up playing like you've known each other all along... thats because you just needed to be yourself then...

On secrets.. truths untold and opening up...

Its 3 in the morning and I've still not gone to sleep. The post is inspired by a coupla things that happened today.

My roomie introduced me to PostSecrect a few days back. The posts were such a revelation... and I kept thinking how it would feel to open up and reveal one's secrets... It certainly takes quite a load off one's mind.. I vividly remember the last time I did that.. Was in the 2nd year of college.. A lazy Sat (or was it Sunday...) when I revealed my biggest secret to J.. something I'd been trying to get off my chest for 8 long years... We talked for a long time that night.. and hell did I cry... but at the end of it all I was glad I did that... else, would have been crushed and consumed by it all... Thanx mate ;)

Just finished watching 'Almost Famous'; one of the really good movies I've seen in a long time. There is this scene towards the end of the film where the protagonists are all in a private plane caught in really rough weather. Impending doom, they all start blurting out their innermost secrets...

What would it feel like to reveal all of your secrets.. I mean all of it; every single detail; even the ones that you try to keep away from yourself. Would others judge you too much? Would one be treated as a social outcast? All possible.. Or is it because our secrets also have a role in defining who we are??

PostSecret.. here I come...

Irony...

camping in a protected bird sanctuary gorging on fried chicken and drinking kingfisher...

Season's Greetings...

I'm so angry I wanna kill someone...

The past 24 hours has been one of the worst in my life. Certain things have happened which has left me tired, exhausted and devoid of any motivation. I've been so angry I wanna kill someone...

It was finally blogosphere that has come to my rescue... Was contemplating a few courses of action.. Am now thinking otherwise... After reading two entries; one by a close friend and another by my best friend. Even without asking, the universe has conspired to bring advice my way.

Bhadra
Narendran


Thanks a lot J.
and BN, DB & MK.

stumbling...

Isn't it great when we stumble upon something and suddenly like what we've discovered.. be it a book, or a dish or a song or some place to some hithero undiscovered part of your attic or backyard... I've always loved stumbling upon stuff..

"Stumble Upon" was one of my favourite passtimes while in bschool.. esp through some really boring lectures.. of late, I've rediscovered stumbling.. I randomly type urls and see what's in store.. two such sites which have kept me busy for the past coupla hours are:

http://www.grumblemagazine.com/
http://www.bloodyhell.com/

While the former has some write ups which make for interesting reading while the latter has jokes/ anecdotes with liberal doses of sarcasm thrown in..

I'm so bloody tired

I'm feeling so lazy... I'm so tired... Don't feel like working at all... In fact I don't feel like doing anything at all... For timepass, watched Sweet Home Alabama. now am feeling all homesick...

Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss Ernakulam once again

Sweet home Ernakulam
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Ernakulam
Lord, I'm coming home to you


... Sigh ...

Am not able to sleep.. Not able to read... Not able to make contact... Not able to talk... just plain lethargy and a pretty much queasy feeling...

Doing something ironical...

I'm really really sleepy and tired. And I absolutely hate cricket. Even I'm not sure why I woke up early on a sunday and came all the way to VCA stadium to watch the match. Well, its kinda exciting though. Might as well enjoy the day!

neat.. ain't it!!

a lil something I saw on a recent trip to Bangkok

crossing the silver jubilee...

How I hate working on Sunday...

Well, another beautiful Sunday down the drain.. Gosh! I really hate working on holidays. But such is fate (or my job rather).. Anyway, I was not about to let go so easily..

So after I met my team members in the morning and wrapped up the pep talks by noon, I slowly set off for home; to finish preparing for my meeting tomorrow. But, the beautiful sidewalks of Nagpur lured me into a walk which later turned to a totally aimless amble.. The city is really beautiful.. and before I knew it, there I was in front of CCD. And it suddenly started to drizzle... the perfect icing on the cake..

So here I am, sipping a hot cuppa.. at my fav haunt in Nagpur.. part working.. part blogging..

Hoping to finish off a good chunk of work before my roomie (who also ended up working today) turns up.. Planning to go watch Rock On! in the evening.. really need to destress myself...

Home Sweet Home...

Just entered Kerala an hour ago. It looks absolutely gorgeous. Its rained the night before. All I can see are vast expanses of paddy fields and the place has exploded with a million hues of lush lush green. Man! This truly is 'God's own country'

Celebrating I-Day

For the first time in my life I am celebrating independence day while on the move. Am going home after a long gap. Am on the kerala express which will take me home by tomorrow morning.nothing much in celebration so to say.not even a tri-colour to wave. Just a smug feeling and proud to be an Indian!
Vande Mataram...