Are You A Horror Movie Buff?

If your answer is yes, then you'll probably like these jokes I've been getting from Arcamax. They're hilarious, I laughed till my sides hurt.
Check them out -

Rules for When You Find Yourself in a Horror Movie


- Don't go into the basement to check the power when the lights go out!
- Don't have sex. Especially if you've noticed a few of your friends are missing!
- When it appears that you have killed the monster, NEVER check to see if it's really dead.
- If you're searching for something which caused a loud noise and find out that it's just the cat, don't stand their sighing with relief, GET THE HECK OUT!
- If appliances start operating by themselves, don't check for short circuits; JUST GET OUT!
- Do not take ANYTHING from the dead.
- If you find a town which looks deserted, there's probably a good reason for it. Don't stop and look around.
- If your companions suddenly begin to exhibit uncharacteristic behavior such as hissing, fascination for blood, glowing eyes, increasing hairiness, and so on, kill them immediately.
- Stay away from certain geographical locations, some of which are listed here: Amityville, Elm Street, Transylvania, Arkham (you're in trouble if you recognize this one), the Bermuda Triangle, or any small town in Maine.
- If your car runs out of gas at night on a lonely road, do not go to the nearby deserted-looking house to phone for help. If you think that it is strange because you thought you had 3/4 of a tank, shoot yourself instead. You are going to die anyway, and will most likely be eaten.

And my absolute favorite -
- If your children speak to you in Latin or any other language which they should not know, shoot them immediately. It will save you a lot of grief in the long run. However, it will probably take several rounds to kill them, so be prepared. This also applies to kids who speak with somebody else's voice.

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A Cowboy's Sweetheart

Three days from now, I'll be sitting at home, eating mom-made food and being pampered like mad. And I can't wait, but at the same time, I dread all the questions I know I will invariably be asked and which I inevitably will have to answer.

'What have you done to your hair?'
'How long do you think you can live like this?'
'When are you going to get married?'
'Don't you think it's high time you start thinking of settling down, get married, have kids..?'
'When are you going to get married?'
'So, found anyone you want to marry yet?'
'So, found anyone who wants to marry you yet?'
'When are you going to get married?'
'Don't you even miss us at all?'
'When are you going to get married?'
'Do you realise your biological clock's ticking?'
'When are you going to get married?'

And oh, did I mention 'When are you going to get married?' ? ***GROAN***

But since I have already premeditated a lot on that, I know exactly what I'm going to tell everyone - 'It's not my fault we don't have cowboys in India!'
It's not that I don't want to get married at all, it's just that the man I have in mind has just been too elusive.

Remember the Marlboro guy? Yeah, him. Well, that's who I want to marry.
I grew up in a house filled with country music. Both my parents have always been ardent country-music lovers, my dad especially more so. Our house was always filled with the music and voices of Willie Nelson, Don Williams, Kenny Rogers, Alabama, Waylon Jennings, Merle Haggard, Dolly Parton, Emmylou Harris, Crystal Gayle - you name them, we had them all. And I grew up with country in my blood.

And while all the other girls my age dreamed of Cinderella's and Snow White's blue-eyed blonde princes, I dreamed of my own version of Jesse James, a man smelling of leather and cowhide and tobacco, with a few days growth of stubble on his face, walking with a swagger and his spurs jingling as he climbs onto his horse. At night, we'll sit together near a campfire as he strums on his guitar and sings me old country songs, and we'll sleep out in the open under the stars like the way Dan Seals sings about in 'God must be a cowboy', and we'll both live wild and free and happy. And later, when we get older and our kids have grown up, we'll sit out on the porch as the sun goes down, two old, grey-haired, satisfied cowfolks - reading cowboy poetry to each other. My man won't smell of expensive colognes but of the country - like a real cowboy, I'd think whenever I'd watch my dad splash on his Old Spice aftershave.
But then I grew up. And I found out, much to my chagrin, that we don't have cowboys in India! Not in Mizoram, not in the south nor the north, not anywhere at all! My friends used to tease me about my cowboy-obsession, telling me to go to 'Thenzawl'- a small village in Mizoram where people rear 'Sakawr te chi' - a kind of pony - the closest thing to horses we have out there.
Anyway, what I'm getting at here is that I am still foolishly waiting for the cowboy of my little girl dreams. I know it's not gonna start raining cowboys anytime soon, but then, one can always hope. And the thing with feathers still perches very firmly in my soul. So till then, I'll keep my fingers crossed that my cowboy comes find me one day and while I wait, I'll just continue to dream...

...and smile to myself everytime I hear The Prairie Ramblers singing 'I want to be a cowboy's sweetheart' on my iTunes radio.

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Tonight, I find myself kneeling by the bed to pray
I haven't done this in a while,
So I don't know what to say:
But, Lord, I feel so small sometimes in this big ol' place.
I know there are more important things,
But don't forget to remember me,
Don't forget to remember me.

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Uh..did Noah mention something about a second flood??
Last night - poor Akshay had to content himself with a cold plate of chicken biryani for dinner while other people only a few feet away in the dining room seemed to be having a great time sharing what looks like a very romantic dinner.
Friday, after work - the two Taureans Akshay & Parag's unofficial birthday dinner. Superb food, too bad I and Smriti were the only ones sober enough to think of food and eat.

Some of my well-meaning friends have been telling me I post too many dumb pictures and that I should write more. But I enjoy taking pictures better than I do writing, and pictures speak as well as words. Take a look at the following two pictures for example - they'll tell you as well as words do, that there's a convo going on here...
... who's doing the talking...
... and who's doing the listening!
And finally, meet S and S!

A Promise Broken..

Okay..this is one thing I promised myself I'd never do - mess my space up with mushy, Mills & Boon-type sob stories. But I'm going to have to stray a little this time. And what the hell - this won't be the first promise I've broken nor the last I will break.
Okay, the thing here is that I'm missing him so much I'm going crazy and I just have to let it out somewhere. And since I'm already sitting in front on my favorite friend here anyway, I might as well do it here and save a tree.
I hate feeling this way, and please, not on a Friday!
Ever heard Chris Cagle's 'Miss me baby'? Well, that pretty much sums up the way I've been and am still feeling. I've wasted so much time letting him take up my thoughts it would be very unfair if he didn't miss me back right? And I'll even admit, at the risk of sounding dumb and desperate, that I've prayed and asked God to let him miss me too ..'Please Lord, make him miss me!'
It's just not enough - him telling me on the phone that he IS missing me!
I want him to really, truly, genuinely miss me the way I am missing him now.

Flowers, Screwdrivers, A Pharisee, Bad Movies....

Summer in Hyderabad! And so far so good. It has not been as bad as I feared it would be. Nothing great either, but after several years of braving the summers of Delhi, one's tolerance level goes up beyond what is considered normal..the heat mutates your genes, and you're forever changed! Qualified to be a member of the X-Men! Hooray!

I've got extremely thick hide now, like a rhino's - not exactly the sexiest of attributes but still pretty useful when you think of the extreme heat and pollution that you have to face each day.
It's been over 8 months now and I still haven't fallen in love with this place but I'm starting to see it in a much better light. It's really not all that bad, at least not as bad as I used to think it was. And I have to admit, when it comes to cleanliness, no other city I've ever been to in the whole of India can compare to Hyderabad.
One thing that sucks big time - the TV channels! Nothing worth watching, and most of my favorite channels are all dubbed in Telegu. I tried watching some a few days back, flipped through the channels - Telegu youths singing and dancing on the beach on one channel, a young Telegu couple singing and dancing in a park, staring, winking and smiling at each other on another, and on yet another - a young Amitabh Bachan was dying in his mother's arms, moaning 'Maa, maa..', his shirt blood-soaked, his mother screaming 'Beta, beta..'. Now that I understood! That was slightly better, but I was too late to see who had done what to him and what he(A) had done to him in the first place to make him want to do what he had just done to him, I decided not to watch it.
And the movies suck as well! For want of anything better to watch, I have seen some deeply crappy movies like Darna Zaroori Hai [the makers shamelessly copied Gothica in one of the stories but got nowhere close to being as scary, but the guy in the movie
(what's his name, Sushmita's boyfriend?)- well, he's hot!] and Mistress of Spices ***YAWN*** - both complete wastes of time and money!
Inspired by one of the shitty movies I saw recently, I tried to do some talking to the flowers...
'O flowers! Hear me, please don't abandon me! I promise to do as you say. I will devote my entire life to you! Ooo flowers blah blah and etcetera etcetera..'
They heard me! And they spoke to me too!!
I, their humble servant, obeyed.
"Eat us, eat us" they said.
I ate them.
Just call me Mistress of Flowers.

Look who I caught with a glass of vodka in his pharisaical hands!
Yep, Akshay - liked by many, hated by none - your general all-round good guy. Doesn't smoke, doesn't do drugs, doesn't drink - well, at least that's what everyone thought. And that I was the only bad one around here. Not anymore.

That IS him with a glass of screwdriver at the Taj's Under Deck or I'll eat my camera!

This Week's Favorite Pics -

1. Looks like one cool cat walked on wet cement!

2. If you're a Nagarjuna fan, and your bus is late, this would definitely make the waiting more bearable...

3. Check out the bright chappals ( NOT 'Camera fodder'!! - he wanted his picture taken, I swear!)

4. Good ol' Hyderabad at night.
Sania Mirza looms large! -

Happening Highderabad

I can't do anything! Too many things on my mind..
I can't believe it - two weeks from now, I'll be on Mizo land eating Mizo food breathing our cool Mizo mountain air...wearing leaves and hunting heads for fun! Can't wait! :-)


Check out those nails! I know, I know..that's ugly! But it was fun, a little too expensive for something that ugly though.







...only if you're high yourself!









Baba's statue in the middle of the park looked lonely in the middle of the night, just standing there all by itself. So I decided to play Good Samaritan and gave it a kiss.












Summer's here - and all the smart people are shaving their heads before the heat wave can get to them.
Uncle-ji's also one smart dude!








And the biggest flirts of all - the trees outside! Bright red, decked up in all their glory! But you have to admit, they're pretty!

Playtime For the Mice...

...cos' the cat is away!
A bowling alley right behind your workstation - does that sound cool or what!
Well, we created our own.
This -> is the bowling ball

These -> are the pins

Our #1 bowler Sohna -

Uh..just wondering, if we have only 5 pins instead of a 10, and the bowler knocks them all down, would it still be fair to call that a 'strike'?

She missed! Can you believe that? With a ball a big as that, you'd have thought even a new-born babe would've knocked all pins down.

Tried a smaller, shinier ball which worked way better...

That just goes to prove - not all big balls have to be necessarily better!
It's true, size really doesn't matter.

Girl Friday

This is how Fridays should be treated - fool around, jump up and down, do crazy things, mess up somebody's property .... and don't forget to take pictures!


Bennet says it looks more like I was trying to commit suicide rather than celebrating here..

'I don't care if Monday's black
Tuesday, Wednesday heart attack
Thursday never looking back
It's Friday I'm in love!'


This has been the longest week ever! And I'm just delirious with happiness that Friday's finally here. It certainly took it's time though. But nonetheless, it's here and I'll do my part and play the good girl Friday as usual!

Stuffs and Nonsense

Emotionally & spiritually drained! Bored out of my wits, can't pray, can't read my Bible, can't work, can't do anything, yet feeling extremely listless.
Have been rummaging around, and came up with several shara-ble pictures...


Hmm, now when was this picture taken? A couple of weeks back maybe, I don't really remember. The only thing I remember's that it was around 2-3 in the morning, the night was too warm and I couldn't sleep. But the moon was splendid that night, no justice done by this cam of mine.



I like the lady in the colorful saree. I hope I'll still have the enthusiasm and the zest to wear bright, flirty clothes when I get that age.





That's my sister Carmen. That's one thing that makes me curse the cell phone..she's always on it! Pre-cellphone days,we used to talk all night and share all our little secrets, more like best friends than siblings. And now, since the advent of the mobile phone, we get started but never get anywhere because she's constantly distracted, she pretends to listen but still gives sidelong glances at her phone, waiting for a text message? a call? I don't know what. And calling her up on her cell sounds like it might work but it doesn't either. She'd again be in a hurry to hang up because her boyfriend's gonna call or something. The technology that's supposed to 'connect people' has done anything but that. I called her up last night because I had something really important on my mind that I wanted to talk about, but ended up telling her nothing because she, as usual, seemed distracted. I'm disgusted with the way she hangs on to that phone. And why am I cribbing like a loser? It's her loss - she missed out on a really juicy bit of info.




Countryside, Bangalore-Hyderabad road. Pretty nice picture considering it was taken from a moving bus.



Hyderabad's trademark!
See the odd stacks of rocks and boulders? That's a sign that Hyderabad is near. Hyderabad has those everywhere. The Deccan legacy.

And to end the post, my favorite lines from my new favorite song -
"And I have never been afraid of losin', and I have never wanted love to be a chain, I only know that when I'm with you, You're my sunshine, you're my rain....
The sweetest thing I've ever known is lovin' you"

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