Wake me up when life comes

hate hate hate when life is routine... and that's what it is now... I njoy a job which entails atleast some amount of travelling which makes me atleast move around to break the monotony of office... however unliked by people around me this atleast lets me talk to different people!! coz friends are either busy within themselves or hardly have much new updates as they too have fallen into the trap of routine.. Personally no changes and things are hanging mid air in office!! waiting for them to get in place to find something worth fun...work is challenging but not moving... aah the inertia in a big organization!! :-/ *** No Christmas or new year plans ..just waiting for it to pass so I get back to some format!! yeah contrasting to last complain but that's how things are..we always look forward to a date or event, it passes and then we search again...what next!! ********** On another note have to go to Chennai soon apparently to meet the tax person for my 2007-08 filing!! amazing how fast these departments are!! I HATE TAXES AND PAPER WORK!!! *************** I drove! the only silver lining among the dark clouds of boredom! :) trying to get the hang of driving now...in traffic :)

serendipity

I do click on the next blog link of blooger many a times specially when there are no updates in my reading list and if i just want to distract myself. I have been lucky few time to find something brilliant and today was one of those days-i found this blog Backstoryesque and a briliant post when our worlds ruled the world got me hooked on to the blog. A good writer I hope, included in reading list now.

Imprints

There are always some words, stories, expressions on faces, tunes and scenes of movies which are imprinted in our minds whatever we do and wherever we go. As I somehow feel too attached and affected by children i find it very difficult to remove images and words from some books movies- kite runner and page3 to be precise. I somehow got reminded of page 3 last evening and cant get the fact out of my head about the inhumane nature some homo sapiens have. My only question to God post death or may be more important than even death is about the children's plight - why would any torture be given to someone who doesn't even understand what is happening. I hate God for that if he exists!

Thought provoking Kol

how much do the things we read affect us or form impressions about places for us. for kolkata we always hear about its enchantic, charming style and as a child we had impressions from movies/books about her. I visited Kolkata again for 2 days last week and tried to reconnect with the romanticism in buildings that i felt during my maiden visit and may be later as well. Some part of me was adamant that yes Kolkata is truly charming staying in its old days deciding to move ahead but not as fast as its other counterparts across the country. while the other part kept on rejecting this brainwave saying you have heard so much and its all in ur mind; kolkata is just like any other city that you have visited. I can distinctly remember my maiden visit there sometime in june 1998. Our train reached early morning, crossing the howrah bridge and passing the heritage buildings I was highly affected by its charm. This is the feeling that i go through when we used to arrive during early mornings at my mom's hometown. The city/rather should call it a township with significant history attached to it waking up to the day...the rickshaws/tongas on the road, people sweeping outside their homes, half the windows open, half shut. The misty/dew rich early morning smells always had made me smile. Unfortunately this time I wasn't able to see the city in early morning/daylight but next time I will make sure I do. ********************** Something else that a city like Kolkata/Jabalpur for me brings to me is the feeling of being rooted.Since i first left home for engg it has always been living at various places with limited control on how and with whom I live-hostels etc. Also the places have shifted so fast that there is feeling of belonging to nowhere. All the homes/cities are temporary and now my nature has become so adjusted to temporariness that its hard to find a place to belong to - which creates some disturbances but can't be helped. The wait of the next big thing to happen has added to the fickleness. Though I am not sure I would be at peace even with a place to settle in permanently.

brutal death.

That Horrendous creature death..i hate it...
even though i know that death is surety i still hate it.
and y does it not happen to those who don't have anyone to cry behind..why ppl die who don't deserve to?!
...if Dec2012 comes as a doomsday it will be a great relief! No more crying for a loved one lost or a see a sad suffering!

Compromise?!

so often i have and am sure all of us have heard life is full of compromises rather life is a compromise!
But is it really so?
Yes I make a compromise when i go to buy a dress coz sometimes its too expensive or sometimes i dont get the colour i want!
I would hv compromised sometimes in choice of job - agree to the second best..
but do we really have to make a compromise for everything in every relation as well?
And what if we compromise and the person for whom we compromised doesnt even realise that...they take it that if they bent a little it will be a mega compromise and if you do it for them its your choice??
Are some relations so important that we compromise our wishes for someone who doesnt even acknowledge it and doesnt even give a thought of doing the same??
I dont think so!

some reviews..

after a long hiatus where nothing mega major happened except a job change..I am back.
In the time gone by I read sherlock homes, joined a new job, ate out (very less) and generally got tired doing nothing big.
Its no point reviewing a sherlock holmes so let me review the new rajasthani place called NH8 and Adiyar bhavan in indira nagar.
NH8: its what most of non local IT folks in bangalore think about. Started by a few young guys[m somehow sure they were in IT] this is a 3 mnths old restuarant in Indira Nagar 80ft road. We went there as my sis had been saying so for a long time...So the whole family went out one saturday.
The decor is good but too little light,i somehow like a place with more lights- not just because I want to see what I am eating but in general I am more comfortable with lights on..
The only option there is a thali, no complaints here.
The welcome drinks are good- chhanch and jaljeera.
The traditional Dal baati churma is good and almost everyone had multiple servings of Churma. Rest of the food is average and the team is new so the system isnt so efficient especially on weekends(my guess).
We checked with them and found out that they are still experimenting with the menu which is a good thing and i hope they keep some flexibility.
The restaurant does have a marketing manager as well - i am assuming that its one of the 2-3 founders who replies to ur comments on burp and other food review sites. If this continues may be this will become their USP ;)

Talking about Rajasthani food, there is another one called Chowka at Thippasandara near indira nagar. I have their food 3 times till now and havent been able to formulate a confirm opinion about them. First time we visited the place the kadhi and churma were gud, second and third time when we ordered home delivery something else was gud. So its a tuf thing to finally say one thing about it. About the resturant the seating and all is a bit conjusted and decor is alright.

The service for both the restaurants is just about average, both of them can be tried out definitely.

Now about the so famous Adiyar bhawan at Indira Nagar. It was a major disappointment. The food was bad, place was crowded, service was okay. Bathrooms non enterable!
Why dont these guys understand that not everyplace can be sarvana bhawan and i never understand how these places become so famous.

A poem well written and translated

As some of you might know Twitter has taken over the world of most of the people around the world and some of mine too for last few months and facebook too.
I write lesser and lesser work lesser and lesser reading lesser(thats something i m getting back faster on track)
After Japan I dint tweet for a couple of days- how can we keep writing?? and impressions last more on me specially of sadder things. But slowly I m trying to get back on track...
However I am still reading and when I came across this poem translated by Giribala it struck a chord somewhere that I had to write- meaning after japan this was something that i could relate to hence could write....no major happy news- Just want to share- very well written and translated as well...


Translating Sylvia Plath ~ The Grist Mill
Loved this poem and the translation!
Thanks Giribala for sharing this..looking forward to further more.