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Apparently, people get offended when you give them a dose their own medicine. Of course, this time I went overboard and gave this person a whole bottle. So I get why this someone is hurt/offended/insulted.. Anyway.. It never fails to amuse/baffle and sometimes even piss me off.. So people get to do as they please, say what they want but the moment you decide to stop putting up with their crap, you're labelled a 'villain'.. I guess I've been called some other names, things that I can't type because I don't want to defile my blog space.. But you get the drift, don't you? So the issue was this colleague would make remarks about my weight and call me 'fat' and such things.. On most occasions I wouldn't bother.. Because I've noticed that the people making comments about another person's looks/dressing sense are often insecure about their own.. So, I don't usually take such comments to heart.. This time however, he caught me at the wrong

Well, I'm not really a fan of love stories.. Much less the mushy ones.. But people seemed to be going gaga over the book and the characters so much that it made me want to read the book.. It's a beautifully written story that touches your heart.. And it makes one think a lot.. I felt all those emotions that the characters were going through.. It was like the protagonist was telling only ME her story.. But the book touched me for reasons other than the obvious ones The book speaks about kids who're battling cancer.. It's a very simple story about how a guy and a girl meet and become friends and spend a lot of time and bond over a lot of activities.. It truly is a nice feeling to see the friendly banter between Hazel and Augustus.. And it's a beautiful feeling to watch their love bloom.. But for me the most touching moment was when Hazel has a near death experience and her mother says to Hazel's father, 'I won't be a mother anymore'.. That line k

The first person that comes to my mind when I hear the word 'teacher', is my mother.. For all of us, our mothers are our first teachers.. They are the ones that teach us everything.. They are the ones who are there with us.. Always.. For as long as I can remember my mom was the most important person in my life.. She was my first friend.. My playmate.. She then was promoted to being my confidante.. I have been lucky to have someone as open minded as her for a mother, since I could tell her absolutely anything.. I mean 'anything'.. So while the general assumption is that girls are closer to their fathers, for me my mum has been my source of strength for as long as I can remember.. Incidentally, my mother also happens to be a teacher.. And a popular one.. I know for a fact that scores of her students and their parents hold her in high esteem.. She is that good.. And today I'm just at a loss for words and I can't articulate how I actually feel.. whatever I am

There was a time when I would wait for this particular day.. The long hours spent making cards (yes!I used to make cards for my friends.. I don't know what I was thinking..) and writing letters to let my friends know how much they mean to me.. (again I don't really know what I was thinking..) and I remember my friends gushing about how 'sweet' the gesture was and how 'creative' my idea of making cards was.. I don't know if they felt genuinely happy or were just being polite.. Anyway.. Friendship day in those days seemed like a big deal to me.. Today.. Hmmm.. Well, let's see.. Today.. I woke up to a lot of friendship day msgs on the various WhatsApp groups I'm part of.. And my FB was filled with posts of people waxing eloquent about their friends.. How they were there for them always.. And how lucky they are to have them in their lives.. Yada Yada Yada Yada.. For a moment I was tempted to put up a friendship day quote and tag my friends and tha

Blackie came into our lives 6 years ago as a pup. According to a friend this pup was a replacement for me. She actually went on to say that my parents had written me off and brought home a dog which was supposed to be a replacement for me. Well when you have friends like her you don't need enemies.. Anyway I had moved to Bangalore since my job brought me here. And my brother used to hardly be at home so Blackie came to be my parents youngest child. And boy did they spoil him! I'm not really fond of dogs. Find them too clingy and needy. Mind you I can get clingy and needy too. But those are not qualities I admire in others. Talk about double standards. So not being overtly fond of dogs and not being home much I never really got to spend time with him. But his affection for me never dimmed. Whenever I would go home to Mangalore he would always welcome me with so much warmth. Being a crossed Doberman he was huge and had a strong build. And I would be apprehensive to go close to h

My first impression of this person wasn't very good. And I'm guessing the feeling was mutual. But when I got transferred from my previous office a month back, it was this person who expressed his sadness at my being transferred. I'm not sure how many of us share a good/friendly relationship with our bosses. Bosses are people we usually fear and want to keep our distance from. But this particular boss of mine made it very clear that we were equals. I remember an instance where he told me that I can ask him any doubt that comes to mind without any hesitation. And that I could ask him the same question a hundred times and he would still be willing to explain the concept to me. Not only that, I was also free to correct him, when he was wrong, since we're all still learning. This coming from a man who's spent 30 plus years in the Banking industry, a man whose experience is so vast that 30 volumes of banking journals cannot cover the knowledge he has. That day was the tu

Cheesy line from an all time favourite song of mine.. Parting from people we have grown used to is always a challenging task.. While my line of work gives me the opportunity to work in different offices and with different people, it also forces me out of my comfort zone with every transfer that comes my way.. In the past one year I've had the opportunity to work in a branch that can be called as one of the busiest offices in the city and by default I've had to handle a section that I didn't know the A, B, C of.. But this experience has taught me a lot.. It has put me in situations where I've had no choice but to pull up my socks and get to work.. Ive been stretched to my limits on days and I've been able to work in a way that even I never knew I was capable of.. All this is because of the people I've worked with.. Colleagues and customers alike.. The thing about working in a bank is, it probably is one of the few professions that provides us the opportunity

Love the moments when I watch you my Princess, asleep.. Apart from giving me some time to catch my breath, it gives me the opportunity to gaze at you.. Run my fingers through your hair.. Hold your tiny hands And I'm taken back to the day you were born.. And that first moment I held you in my arms.. I remember, I was so worried to hold you since you were so tiny and looked so vulnerable.. Three and a half years just flew by.. From making gurgling sounds or screaming/crying when you wanted something to now being able to tell me what you want,it's been a walk to remember.. And I know the years will just fly by and soon you'll be ready to leave our home to pursue your dreams.. I now understand the pain a parent feels when their child leaves home for various reasons be it education or work or even marriage.. My mother can at any given point of time mention the number of years and months that have gone by since I left my native place to pursue my dreams.. And it's heartbre

So I read this line a few days back which goes something like this "I wish I was as thin as my patience".. This 'inspired/impressed' (for want of a better word) me so much, I put it up as my WhatsApp status for a while.. And for all the people who know me, (friends, acquaintances, colleagues included) you would know that it doesn't take much to ruffle my feathers.. In fact my mum says I will suffer some hypertension soon since I get aangry easily.. In my defence, I'd like to say that I have tried being patient.. Like really.. But somehow I can't find it in me to put up with all this bullshit.. And lots of times sheer stupidity from the other person makes me wanna bang my head somewhere.. Extreme you say? Well.. But what I really do is count from one to ten in my head.. But then sometimes even counting to a hundred is not sufficient to take my mind off the rubbish some people talk.. Anyway this post is not really about what gets my goat, but about some of

So while all the women around me are taking pride on their being born as a woman, I'm feeling I would've been safer had I been born as a cow.. Because we live in a society where slaughtering cows is a punishable offence, but molesting,sexually assaulting and killing women is cool.. Any attempt at trying to bring to light these injustices against women are swept under the carpet.. I'm talking about the ban on the screening of the controversial documentary which talks about the brutal rape of a girl in a moving bus in Delhi.. Its been over 2 years since that infamous incident but watching this documentary still sent shivers down my spine.. And I found it appalling that the defence lawyers came up with such crass remarks about what women should be and how they should behave.. To both the lawyers.. Please take this personally.. You are assholes and I wish someone took you to their farmhouse and put petrol on you and burnt you alive, along with those people you are defending..