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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Buenos tardes!

Time for an update. And fast, because I might fall off my chair any moment now. My Saturday night dates with Count Dracula gets extremely tiring sometimes, it's not easy flying around in the dark, especially if you're not a bat like him.
I have been working my ass off these past few weeks. I got a stupid project on my hands that's taking forever to get done. Bosses are cool but I can feel the impatience burning in their eyes. But what bosses sometimes seem to miss out on is that beneath those neatly compressed files and folders are colossal messes. You have to look behind the pretty files and glitzy sheets to know how much of a time-taker they really are. And what sometimes bothers me is that we are all so darned polite all the time about it, we are so polite it freaks me out.
'How's X going Jerusha?' **smile smile**
I say something.
'So how much longer do you think it'll take?**more smiles**
I offer to explain what's been going on 'blah blah..I'm sorry but I think I'm gonna need more time' I finally manage to say...
'Oh no it's perfectly fine, I understand **smile some more** (and I swear the smile looks genuine this time), but do you need any help?'
*trying not to look insulted* 'I just need more time..'
I may sound like I'm complaining but I'm really not. I just want to get this thing done and over with and off my hands. I'm actually quite grateful that they're so cool despite the fact that they think I'm already letting it take up too much of my time. I'm not overly worried though, I know there's no one who'd do a better job than me :)
Okay, enough about work, let's move on to more interesting stuffs, like a certain Mr.F for example. Saw him again and I still think he's very, very nice to look at..there's just no denying that. And all you evil people out there who are just waiting for me to write something like this so you can accuse me of drunk blogging again, hold your tongues! It's 3:46 in the PM on a Sunday, no time to be intoxicated. I'm as sober as the pope. And I still say he's hot, F that is, not the pope, not that he's not, the pope that is...oh forget it! Anyway, all you chicas out there in Delhi and elsewhere, you don't know what you're missing out on! But let me be frank, this is one time I'm glad you lerh types are not here with me. Less competition that way. I get to eat and enjoy the cake all by myself! :-)
And oh, I think I should also mention that I've taken up Spanish lessons, not in a big way but enough to be able to converse with people soon ( a certain Spanish speaking guy I know who's name starts with the letter F for instance)...I hope. I have learned some already -
Hola, como estas?
Como se llamas tu futura espossa?
Not really all that useful though...
I'm awful with languages, I think I may have to give up soon. Then again, maybe I'm only saying that because I'm just too sleepy now.
So I should get off the computer now and get my beauty sleep. Hasta luego! (I think)

Zorin's Summer-Monsoon Collection -

Fred Is HOT!!!!!!!

*** Removed - No longer think Fred's that hot plus that little post caused me more trouble than I imagined it possible ***

TickleTime!

Check out my Tickle IQ test result, and I swear I didn't cheat!

The Classic IQ Test
What's Your IQ?

Congratulations, Jerusha!
Your IQ score is 131

This number is based on a scientific formula that compares how many questions you answered correctly on the Classic IQ Test relative to others.

Your Intellectual Type is Insightful Linguist. This means you are highly intelligent and have the natural fluency of a writer and the visual and spatial strengths of an artist. Those skills contribute to your creative and expressive mind. And that's just some of what we know about you from your test results.

"Insightful Linguist"? I like the sound of that :-)
"highly intelligent"? I so absolutely LOVE the sound of that!
Virgo, you reading this? ;-)
It's fun, try it, but don't come bragging because I'll know anyway that you cheated if you flash a higher score than I did.....

Two Old Cats Like Us

"Everything's cool for two old cats like us.."

Zorin & Me, Tuscan Verve, B'lore

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Bangalore's

Braving hostile Rajkumar fans and streets littered with broken glasses, I packed my bags and ran off to Bangalore last weekend. I felt it was a wrong time to go - Good Friday, Easter, Rajkumar etc etc..but I had to go, I was going insane!

Here with good friend Zorin

And guess who turned up in the middle of the night?
Yep! None other than the great Sandman!

Someone had to struggle with a cheap bottle of Merlot and a vegetable knife again :-)

A very spirited Tetei teaching Saii a lesson in wrestling.


The results of cheap wine - gives excess physical energy to some people.


Some just lie down and softly laugh in glee for no reason at all..


While some just let go and go drift off to never never land!

Mirror Mirror On The Wall...

"Who's the heaviest of them all...?"


Back from my Bangalore weekend!
And now Hyderabad seems more dead than ever before. I'm thinking maybe I shouldn't have gone at all, somehow meeting my friends always makes the 'afterwards' more dreary...

But I did have a blast, I got some fun pics..more details+pics later.

Kang

Ate, Drank & Made Merry!

I'm going away for the weekend, I've been feeling a lil' lonely, with both Akshay and Anu being out of town and all. And what with Good Friday coming up, I don't know what I'm going to do with myself for three whole days..I think I'd probably die with boredom. So in order to save a life, I'm going to where the friends and fun are...

Been digging around, found some more pictures taken over last Christmas + New year in Delhi.
And here they are, my sisters & my cousins on New Years day, Green Park.

Bought several bottles of cheap wine, and found out later that we didn't have a corkscrew. It was already too late and all the stores were closed. So Biteii finally put her brains to use for the second time in her life (she had to..there were lives at stake, people dying of thirst around her, her own flesh and blood, and bottles of wine and only a stubborn cork stopping them from getting to it!!) and came up with the fantastic idea of drilling through the cork with the end of a kitchen knife...

And voila!

After several hours of sweat and labor, we mananged to get to the liquid inside the bottle!

Lives were saved that night!

Cheers!

Happy with our success, here we are raising a toast..

You can't see it but the wine had many tiny pieces of cork floating around in it but someone (I don't remember who) remembered that she had read somewhere that cork, if ingested, makes one's skin glow :-). We saved ourselves the trouble of cooking the pork in the fridge which was supposed to be dinner and all just ended up having lots of cork and wine!

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Cheese Loves Ya!

I love goosebumps. I mean the good goosebumps, like the ones you get when someone tickles your back or when you're kissing someone you really like, not the ones you get when you wake up in the middle of the night in complete darkness, and you're alone in the house, and you start feeling all these crazy 'presences' around you.

Sometimes, you're listening to a song and either the song or the singer is so terrific it makes your skin tingle!

Well, here are some of my favorite goosebump-givers as far as music is concerned:

1. David Allen Coe singing 'Mona Lisa lost her smile'.

2. Mel McDaniels singing 'Most of all I remember you'.

3. Vince Gill singing 'Forever on your mind'.

If you haven't heard those, I'd strongly suggest you to go check them out. It'd be a pity to live once and then die without ever knowing how well these guys croon!

I also like these gooseflesh-giving stories, you need to have the lights on for these ones though -

1. The Tapestried Chamber - Sir Walter Scott

2. A Descent Into The Maelstrom - Edgar Allan Poe
(something about the way he described the raging water...)

Now that I've gotten started I might as well continue with my favorite quotes of the week -

"Some people should never get married. And some people who are married to each other should divorce. It's not a crime. It's not a tragedy. It's the best thing for those people." - Tom Hanks, RD, April '06 issue.

"I just believe in time as a blessing, age as a token of growth, and everyday as an opportunity to do something." - from a blog I happened to stumble on to some days back.

"..and how foolish it was in me to think of so paltry a consideration as my own individual life, in view of so wonderful a manifestation of God's power." - Old man, 'A descent into the maelstrom'.

The weekend also saw me receiving some very useful tips, I'm in a good mood so I'll go on to share the most useful one of those -

"NEVER use 'pre'. It is one of the suckiest command line in HTML ever. 'pre' is pure evil. It is the devil reincarnated. Don't ever use it again." - DJ Well Hung
(I did use pre on my previous post, as you can see, but the advice came too late, and I was and still am too lazy to edit it.)

Also by the same person -
"I made a mistake when I told you I got 40 cents so far for my Google ads. I misread it. It's actually 4 cents!" (Nothing particularly resourceful about this one, but it does make you smile :-))

And my all-time favorite -

Cheese loves ya! - kid next door.

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A Song To Share...

This is a song that means a lot to me..for various reasons......
Beautiful little story, you really should read this! :-)

The Chain of Love
                                  Clay Walker   
 He was driving home one evening, 
 In his beat up Pontiac
 When an old lady flagged him down, 
 Her Mercedes had a flat
 He could see that she was frightened, 
 Standing out there in the snow 
 'Til he said 'I'm here to help you ma'am, 
 By the way my name is Joe'

 She said 'I'm from St. Louis, 
 And I'm only passing through
 I must have seen a hundred cars go by, 
 This is awful nice of you'
 When he changed the tire, 
 And closed her trunk
 And was about to drive away, 
 She said 'How much do I owe you?'
 Here's what he had to say

 'You don't owe me a thing, I've been there too
 Someone once helped me out, 
 Just the way I'm helping you
 If you really want to pay me back, 
 Here's what you do
 Don't let the chain of love end with you'.

 Well a few miles down the road, 
 The lady saw a small cafe
 She went in to grab a bite to eat, 
 And then be on her way
 But she couldn't help but notice, 
 How the waitress smiled so sweet
 And how she must've been eight months along, 
 And dead on her feet.

 And though she didn't know her story, 
 And she probably never will
 When the waitress went to get her change, 
 From a hundred dollar bill
 The lady slipped right out the door, 
 And on a napkin left a note 
 There were tears in the waitress's eyes, 
 When she read what she wrote

 You don't owe me a thing, 
 I've been there too
 Someone once helped me out, 
 Just the way I'm helping you
 If you really want to pay me back, 
 Here's what you do
 Don't let the chain of love end with you.

 That night when she got home from work, 
 The waitress climbed into bed
 She was thinkin' about the money, 
 And what the lady's note had said
 As her husband lay there sleeping, 
 She whispered soft and low
 'Everything's gonna be alright,
 I love you, Joe'.

Look Ma, No Calories!

Consider this your lucky day! I'm gonna share a precious secret with you - my recipe for the easiest-to-make-ever-yet-nutritious-non-fattening drink!
And it's also money-saving, since all you'll need are only two things...
You will need:
(1) A can of vegetable juice.[Princess! That's me!]

..of vile concoctions that is..


(2) A can of Diet Coke!
Now follow these simple steps:
(1) Pour the vegetable juice into a glass, or any container that happens to be handily around, but make sure that it's one you'll be able to drink from..not to mention clean enough to put your lips to.


Next, add the Diet Coke, half or all of it, depending on how well you like that stuff.
And voila! You're done!
Your high-energy low-calorie drink is ready! And guess what? It even looks delicious..as you can see!
Akshay loves it!
'O for a beaker full of the warm South, the true, the blissful Hippocrene..'
This was Akshay before my Power Drink. Lethargic to the extent that he had to wear a bicycle helmet even while sitting idly at his desk!
(..in case he keels over and dies. We'd want to send him off to his funeral pyre with his skull intact)

And Ta-daaa!
Akshay after drinking my Power Drink.
My drink revived him so well he even went on to play (...and lose) several rounds of foosball with Paul!

The logic behind the drink given here as follows:
Vegetable Juice = Gross + Nutritious
Diet Coke = OK + Lacking in nutrients
Vegetable Juice + Diet Coke = OK + Nutritious
The coke makes the juice 'drinkable'. And it fills you up. Drink down a whole glass of that and you won't feel like eating for hours aferwards.
And where temptations such as this ^ abounds, it's important to eat/drink something that makes you feel pukey so nothing else will go down. And my drink does just that, make you want to puke! I'm a genius, Lewis Carroll ain't the only one around it seems :-)

Fav pics of the week

My fav pics of the week :-)
Know what chess sets always remind me of? Alice in Wonderland/Through the Looking Glass! Lewis Carroll is a genius..
My Nightcrawler wallpaper! Still a very devoted X-men fan here, and next to Logan himself, Kurt Wagner has always been my favorite.

What Roomies Are Up To When No One's Around...

This is Hyderabad. We all know Hyderabad is teeming with students sharing houses, sharing flats, sharing rooms...

Ever wonder what some of these roomies do when they're left on their own?

Well, our camera-wielding Great White Crusader of the South, namely moi decided to do some investigative work...


..and caught these guys in the middle of an activity which looked highly suspicious in nature.



Brokeback Mountain Syndrome?



Well, the camera flashed and spoiled it all. They glared at me for hours for having interrupted their little coochie-cooing game.


Oh! The pains of having to expose to light what vile stuffs go on behind closed doors!!



Found an old classmate of mine, MS, way back from my Mount Carmel School days at the church.


He invited me to dine with him and his 3 buddies last night.
Dinner with four fabulous hunks - the perfect way to end a beautiful day ** :-) **

Bought a pretty pearl bracelet for my sister Carmen yesterday.
Wore it today..y'know just to check how well it braces one's wrist and all :-)
Hei Pakistani nu bengbeh tur, I en zawh ah comment lo dah rawh, ka remove leh nghal duh.

An Old Journal Entry

"There's a man out there I call 'father'. I don't know why though...I mean, just because he had something to do with my coming into being, just because I got my half set of chromosomes from him, all 23 of them, just because he created me - biologically, just because he happened to be the man who married my mother, just because he was around sometimes while I grew up doesn't give him the privilege of being called 'father'...or does it?? Even my retarded friend cracks jokes about how my dad doesn't give a shit about me. I can't remember a single time he came to my school to pick up my report card, it was always mom, mom and mom. It didn't matter that I stood first in my class, it only mattered when I failed..once, I remember - in maths. It really mattered then!
Yeah, yeah..I know, psychologists call it the 'yearning daughter' syndrome - that's in case you can't come up with the proper clinical term for this 'something' which you can tell I'm obviously suffering from. No matter how many times I tell myself I don't give a shit myself, I can't stop cribbing about my *one and only* dad.
And then, there's that guy who just won't call....
...dreams I used to have, dreams that die young, dreams that turned out to be just dreams after all, never to be realised.
- wishes, prayers...mostly gone.
The forever war waged against the mirror - 'Is that person staring back really me?? Ugh!!' Starring the extra pounds and the extra shiny tears...
Beautiful cast, isn't it?"
31st May 1998
I must've been feeling extremely morbid.
Funny thing is I can't even remember who 'that guy who just won't call' was. And the miserable S.O.B deserves to be forgotten too!
I don't wage that kind of war against inanimate objects like the mirror anymore. I won't pretend I relish seeing my face in the mirror everyday, just that I don't loathe looking into it so much anymore.
I no longer have any hassles calling my father 'father' :-). I like him in fact, now that I've grown to understand him better. I still hate him for passing on the curly-hair gene to me though.
I've learnt that not all dreams have to die out on you, some actually do gloriously come true, eventually!
Tears? I may or may not have cried recently but I don't remember seeing any tears lately :-)
And I still pray, and it still brings me enormous comfort.
Sucking at maths is no longer a cause for concern.
Yep! Growing old is definitely good! If this is what piling on years is all about, and aging going to be about, I think I'm gonna welcome greys on my head and wrinkles on my skin. I believe I could easily grow old graciously.