Tuesday, January 27, 2009

PG – Paradise Gained!

I recently shifted to a house (my long kept wish) from a PG (Paying Guest- A place where you pay a huge sum for a bed and some peanuts and will definitely not be treated as anywhere close to a guest but like a pest)! PG life is something everyone should go through. That was a very good experience for me especially because I was a day scholar in college and I missed out all the fun of hostel life. I was really lucky to get into a PG which was just like a college hostel. Having stayed there for around a year I know the nuances to adjust with total strangers.

All PGs have an unsaid rule. It will have at least two or three girls who comes back late at night (late I mean people is one or two at night), two or three girls who takes at least an hour to shower and more than an hour if they have to wash their hair:-O ( It’s still a mystery what they do inside the bathroom, for girls like me who can’t take more than fifteen minutes how much ever we try.. trust me I do take a proper satisfactory bath… Now perverts stop thinking and move on) and two or three girls who wash their hair daily :-(

But in spite of all the difference we had, it was great to be with the four sharing roosters and the five sharing hoppers (forgot how we ended up naming ourselves like that) Gone are the days where we had to manage the gossips about the girl-next-bed, the long lasting talks till midnight, the marathon of card games ( I still remember when P cut her boyfriend’s call pretending that there is no signal just to beat us in the next round of an ACE game ) , the spooky stories about the unoccupied haunted bungalow next street, the college experiences, boy friend problems, Indian politics and cricket. (Trust me guys.. we do hit such intelligent conversations in the midst of gossips) Oh and how can I forget aliens and the cosmic space behind… Aliens are living among us and it is totally super human to become an achiever like an Elvis Presley or an A R Rahman or as a matter of fact a Steve Jobs or a Bill Gates ;-) and yeah even the technologies we have like wireless and sensors are alien’s contribution to earth, who are living among us, tacitly convincing ourselves that we are not achievers coz we are just human beings.

But in the heart of hearts I wanted to move alone into a house free of all troubles and commotions. Now I am in a place where I wanted to live and the way I wanted to live… But I miss you my roosters and hoppers…


I was sitting in my office after a three day bash in Chennai, one of the most memorable weekend I ‘ve ever had (Am shelving it for the nonce, as I don’t want to chase people, with my personal experiences, who are already here) . Going to office after this weekend was one of the toughest compromises I had to do. I hardly got up at eight and pulled myself to the shower. I was still hoping something would happen and all the companies will be shut down for a day (at that point I couldn’t care about the compensatory working day) All I wanted was to stick on for another lazy day and ponder over the weekend and relive it again in my dreams (well yeah you got it right! I wanted to catch some sleep very badly…)… But in vain.. I had a quick breakfast (read banana) and rushed to office just to find my inbox pouring with irrelevant issues and tasks for the day. Memories took a back seat and I was back to work. What a blessed day it was! My lead was on leave and I had some time to spare, in contrast to the hectic schedule I had brought over myself in past few days. I started going through the mails I had once received and the ones that I had forwarded when I was a fresher. A time when I was hell-bent and full of enthusiasm to learn new things, to grow up in the career ladder, to make an impression, to readily take up responsibilities and all that you can think of that a very sincere and chirpy person would probably do. Well only one appraisal was needed for the scales to fall off from my eyes, to see the corporate world as it was… Anyways coming to the point I started reading the good ol’ mails and this particular mail which I had hardly skimmed through got my attention…

I just loved it…

Here's a prime example of "Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus" offered by an English professor from the University
of Phoenix

The professor told his class one day: "Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right. As homework tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph of a short
story. You will e-mail your partner that paragraph and send another copy to me. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story and send it back, also sending another copy to me. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back-and-forth. Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent.
There is to be absolutely NO talking outside of the e-mails and anything you wish to say must be written in the e-mail. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached."
The following was actually turned in by two of his English students:

Rebecca and Gary.


(first paragraph by Rebecca)
At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question.

(Second paragraph by Gary)

Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. " A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.

He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspaper to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.


Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace disarmament Treaty through the congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race.Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid Laurie.


This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My
writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic
semi-literate adolescent.


Yeah? Well, my writing partner is a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. "Oh,shall
I have chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of F—KING TEA??? Oh no, what am I to do? I'm such an air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels!"


A hole.






Go drink some tea wh_r_.


*A+ - I really liked this one.*

Lolz.. Whatever said I can’t tolerate emotional men… I go Ewwww…. When I see them.. But not insensitive ones too.. But men who can be practical and witty are definitely my catch ;-)

P.S. Pardon some inappropriate words in the mail. I decided to keep it uncensored to preserve the originality and the feel.

HELLO Bloggies!!!

Bang… Finally I reached the realms of blog-o-sphere! What held me back so long? It should be one of these things. Lack of interest, lack of resources, lack of matter, writer’s block! phew… well whatever! I really think this could be an outlet for my views (like anyone cares ;-)) and thoughts and may be a stress buster too. So welcome all!! Feel free to express yourself in the comments section, whatever it may be…

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