What was that again?

I was shopping at the local mall on Sunday, when someone called out to me. I turned around only to find an old college friend of mine. It had been over a decade since we met, and we had a lot of catching up to do (like exchanging notes on old crushes, and gossiping about old friends). We tittle-tattled over mugs of hot coffee.

After the usual gab-fest, both of us chided each other for not staying in touch. This time, we promised each other that we would stay in touch. We exchanged our mobile numbers, and then...

Me : Hey, do you have a PC at home?

She : Yeah, (with somewhat pride) an internet connection too!

Me : That's greaaaaaaaaaaat! Lemme note your email address. Hope you check it regularly.

She : Yes, I do. It's **********@yahoo.com. But...

Me : But what?

She : It's going to change.

Me : Why?

She : (Swells up with pride) Oh, my husband has just got a promotion, and we are shifting to Bangalore.

Me :......………………………………………(speechless)

Snap out of it!!!

Yeah, I know I haven't written anything in a super long time. I was going to make this great post with some morphed pictures of mine.Unfortunately, I wasn't able to save the images for some reason. This amazing face transformer offers image manipulation of your face to something artistic, ethnic, or ape-like! You can even make yourself look younger, or go in for a sex change. Heheheh!! You really should try this fun face transformer site.

I'm busy busy busy with my Annual School Exhibition, and my forthcoming exams. My exams are on the 14th of next month and as usual, I haven't studied at all (Well, that's an understatement!I can't even remember what subjects, I'm appearing for:P this time) So, I guess I'll have to be featured in one of the Prayer Clubs on my fellow-blogger, Prabhu's Blog:D.

Unbelievable!!!!

That was precisely my reaction when this crystal ball was able to read my mind accurately for a countless number of times! I said to myself, "This just can't be...!!!"(till realisation finally dawned upon me...)

Check it out! It's too good!

Pssst! Do drop me a line if you are able to crack this one...

Is there any way out?

Aaaaaaaaargh!! One of my friends sent me this link, and I have been trying to get this car out of the maze since a long time. If you succeed, please let me know....

Till then, please excuse me while I have yet another go at it..

If you love someone...

This is one of the most beautiful stories that I've ever read and one that I felt like sharing with everyone. Here goes...

Once upon a time, there was a bird. He was adorned with two perfect wings and with glossy, colourful, marvellous feathers. In short, hewas a creature made to fly about freely in the sky, bringing joy to everyone who saw him.

One day, a woman saw this bird and fell in love with him. She watched his flight, her mouth wide in amazement, her heart pounding, her eyes shining with excitement. She invited the bird to fly with her, and the two travelled across the sky in perfect harmony. She admired and venerated and celebrated that bird.

But then she thought: He might want to visit far-off mountains! And she was afraid, afraid that she would never feel the same way about any other bird. And she felt envy, envy for the bird;s ability to fly.

And she felt alone. And she thought:" I'm going to set a trap. The next time the bird appears, he will never leave again."

The bird, who was also in love, returned the following day, fell into the trap and was put in a cage.

She looked at the bird everyday. There he was, the object of her passion, and she showed him to her friends, who said: "Now you have everything you could possibly want." However, a strange transformation began to take place: now that she had the bird and no longer needed to woo him, she began to lose interest. The bird, unable to fly and express the true meaning of his life, began to waste away and his feathers began to lose their gloss; he grew ugly; and the woman no
longer paid him any attention, except by feeding him and cleaning out
his cage.

One day, the bird died. The woman felt terribly sad and spent all her time thinking about him. But she did not remember the cage, she thought only of the day when she had seen him for the first time, flying contentedly amongst the clouds.

If she had looked more deeply into herself, she would have realized that what had thrilled her about the bird was his freedom, the energy of his wings in motion, not his physical body.

Without the bird, her life too lost all-meaning, and Death came knocking at her door. 'Why have you come?' she asked Death. 'So that you can fly once more with him across the sky,' Death replied. 'If you had allowed him to come and go, you would have loved and admired him even more; alas, you now need me in order to find him again.'


Paul Coelho
Eleven Minutes

Guess the Rest!!!!

It had been a busy morning, and I was late to work. Hurrying down the lane, flashing polite smiles to familiar faces (My neighbours) the only thought on my mind was, 'catching' an auto-rickshaw, when suddenly I just stopped short of bumping into someone.
I looked up to see a tall, young, handsome dude, a naughty smile playing on his lips. I gave him an irritated look, as if to say, get-out-of-my-way, but he didn't budge an inch. Au contraire, he extended his hand, still smiling. As if by magic my hand went to meet his. I tried to stop myself, but it was too late. What the hell is going on? I looked at him with an uncertain look, I was unsettled with the sudden developments. My mind was screaming, "Aren't you late? What do you think you are doing shaking hands with this stranger?"
I looked at him for answers. He was still smiling insolently. Finally he broke his silence. "Hello...

Now I leave it to your imagination. You have to guess what happened next. The contest winners will be awarded with Gmail Invites. (Hehehehe! Jusssssssst kidding! )
There won't be any prizes for guessing...

Class Act!!!

Recess time is usually the time when kids in my class crowd around and we have great fun. Today one of my kids came upto me, and this is what followed.

Smart Alec: Miss, can I ask you a riddle?
Me: OK
Smart Alec: How was the rat able to fly?
Me ( ponders for a while) : Uhmm...Don't know..Why don't you tell me?
Smart Alec: Because it ate Lite Biscuits.
Me: Oh! ( I don't watch too many advertisements anyway)
Smart Alec: How was the snake able to fly?
Me: (Smiling triumphantly): Because it ate the Parle lite Biscuits?
Smart Alec: ( Shaking her dead in dismay) Nooo! Because it ate the rat.
Me : Oh Ok! ( That was easy, I should have guessed. Silly me)
Smart Alec: Ok Miss, now guess how was the eagle able to fly?
Me: That's easy, because it ate the snake?
Smart Alec: ( Laughing) Wrong again! It flew because it had wings!
Me: .............................( Stumped)

An apple a day...

An excruciating pain in my knee (thanks to the fall I had in December) and an eye infection made it absolutely necessary for me to see a doctor. And since the one that I usually consult, is out for his annual vacation, I had to condescend to consult one of the lesser-known doctors in this area.

The dispensary was a small dingy space built in a godforsaken garage. The place was so full of grim looking people, as though they were mulling over some dreadful disease that they had contracted. It was as though they would be in for some grave punishment if they would smile. There were all sorts of people there ranging from an old frail looking woman, to a kid with a runny nose:P. All of them except the kid were staring non-stop at the floor as if they expected something to emerge out of it any instant. The only noise that could be heard was the intermittent whining of the kid, and the gloomy ticks of the clock, almost as if it was the final countdown to doomsday. ( I was tempted to crack a joke or something to break the silence)But the only things interested in a conversation were the mosquitoes buzzing all around the place. They were there, almost as if to ensure the inflow of patients, who would have to return to treat themselves for malaria or dengue:( ( Some novel marketing strategy, eh? Like the doctor in one of my previous posts)

The doctor was taking his own sweet time to examine each patient (I guess that was to build up a heavy waiting list in order to maintain his 'in demand' reputation. (Something I learnt from the book, As the Crow Flies -Jeffrey Archer. Go slow when there are a few customers, to make the place look full).

At last it was my turn to enter the doctor's den. The doctor was a douce, old man. After I told him about my eye, he fished out his magnifying glass. (yes, a magnifying glass) to have a closer look at it. He took his own time, pulling at my eyelids this way, and now that as if it was made of rubber. He prescribed a few medicines and with a somber look, directed me to meet the Compounder. On my way out, his Compounder (one of those thin men with oily hair, with drops of oil streaming down the forehead, and glasses so thick, that would put a soda bottle to shame) handed me a few queer looking pills, which he was packing neatly in small packets and marking them painstakingly and doling out lots of instructions at the same time.

To cut a long story short, I finally was able to get out of the sullen place they dared to call a dispensary. Whew! And boy, was I glad! We need more of those cheerful doctors, the kind that would drive an illness away with a lively smile?

I am taking a sabbatical from blogging until my eye heals. So there won't be any new posts from me for a few days. And as they say, "I'll be right back, after the break!!!"

Love my job; by the way, are you hiring?

"If your work is becoming uninteresting, so are you. Work is an inanimate thing and can be made lively and interesting only by injecting yourself into it. Your job is only as big as you are."
- George C. Hubbs

The other day, I was talking to someone who confided in me about the banes of her job. Each job has its own nadirs and zeniths. It is up to each individual to decide whether the pros outweigh the cons or vice versa. Considering that most of us spend half of our waking hours working at a job it is very important that we like what we do, or else we should do what we like.

Fast Company has compiled a list of jobs, which according to them are the best jobs to pursue over the next 5 years. Have a looksie at the 25 top jobs for 2005...

Do you get up in the morning glad to be heading out to another day of work, or is it a burden that you feel you must bear?

What according to you is the best job? What must one consider before taking up a job - money? retirement benefits? chances of promotion? perks?

I love my job(and that's the understatement of the decade), are you happy with yours? What is the thing that you love/ hate most about your job? I invite you to share your views and opinions