~Spero ergo sum~™

October 28, 2007

Yet Another Random Buncha Stuff [YARBS]

Filed under: Uncategorized — Teal @ 3:49 pm

<Beginning of  YARBS>

Just wanted to pen down somethings that have been happening lately. On Friday, I went for a team build activity with some teams i worked with … went through some tasks and management games … food was okies but kinda had fun! 😀

Went over the top worrying about a friend who has not been in correspondence lately and realized that there is no point to it .. Hmmm … The person in question will realize if at all they ever read this posht.

Went to the airport to pick my sis up who I haven’t seen for more than one and a half years … felt great … the last time she had seen me was as a jittery final year student 🙂

Went jogging a few days back … on the way back home I actually saw a woodpecker on a tree when Maramkothiye[Tamil for woodpecker] song was blaring in my ear phones … wanted to take a picture, but Woody was camera shy …. what to do …

I am keeping my fingers crossed and hoping for something positive to some in the next couple of days … and oh yeah, I am one year old in the ruthless corporate world … and still ate no meat .. but no pudding either 😐

11 days to Diwali! Yayyyy  😀

Hope the tailor doesnt screw up my dress 😐

Cannot believe that this year is passing by so fast! 🙂

<End of  YARBS>

October 25, 2007

!@#$%^&$

Filed under: Uncategorized — Teal @ 12:28 am

The Dante’s Inferno Test has banished you to the Fifth Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers) Moderate
Level 1 – Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful) Low
Level 3 (Gluttonous) High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) Moderate
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) Very High
Level 6 – The City of Dis (Heretics) Very Low
Level 7 (Violent) Moderate
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) Moderate
Level 9 – Cocytus (Treacherous) Very Low

Take the Dante’s Inferno Hell Test

October 21, 2007

Happy Vijayadasami

Filed under: Hinduism,Humour,Life — Teal @ 10:28 pm

Our gallant heroine wakes up at 8 am on vijayadasami and does other household chores like a chamathu ponnu [Good girl] that she is. Our heroine Teal’s Sub Conscience takes the driver’s seat in this post. Will be denoted as Teal’s SC.

Statutory Warning: Excessive Usage of emoticons.

Teal: [stretching widely] … Yaaawwwnnnnnnn …

Teal’s SC: :-W How long will u put off the obvious? Somberi Kazhudha [Lazy Donkey!!!]……
Teal: Peace out dude .. i am already busy with stuff!

Now comes the point where the herione does the all pervading job of eating mammu,[food] drinking payasam[kheer] and watching flopped “megahit” thiraipadams [movies]  on regional channels, telecasted for the very first time!

Teal : Yawn …… Me is the sleepy.

Teal’s SC: Books ellam pujaiku vecha porathu .. apo apo thoosi thatti vechukanum. [It’s not sufficient to just keep books and perform poojas … you should occasionally dust them and use them too ..]

Teal: Hey, u have a point.

Teal’s SC: One day in a year all you people nicely escape from reading stuff .. on account of Saraswati Puja.

Teal: Don’t be so jealous. You don’t have a saraswati puja day in the world of sub consciousness. And you consciences are always supposed to suggest good things and point the materialistic brains in the right direction, am I right?

Teal’s SC: Yeah you are right… engalukkum bore adikardhu … but we are the conscious after all …. 😎

Teal : Here comes the sermon … **Yawn**

At 10:30pm in the night, after chamathu ponnu Teal visits the surrounding temples and comes home.

Teal’s SC: Now you better do what you’ve effective postponed all day long!

Teal: [a look of revelation on her face]: Oh yeah!Thanks conscience!

Teal’s conscience looks at the sky and mutters “why the me?”

So here I am typing away my post … and my conscience is bullying me to spend my time in fruitful tasks … so …

Happy Happy Vijaydashami folks!

May this day dawn upon you all wonderful beginnings of miracles in the days to come. 😀

Teal’s SC: Peterrr uttadhu podhum .. poi thoongu.[Enough of speaking too much english, go to sleep]

Teal: ***Enna kodumai saar idhu?[What crap is this Saar?]

[sad flute music playing]

PS: The translation of tamil phrases used are enclosed within the square brackets.

***PPS:  This dialog is the crunch dialog of a movie called Chennai-600028.

PPPS: This post was edited after Ron’s comment. Sorry gal! 😦

October 12, 2007

Of Conundrum, Chaos and Golu Gala! :-D

Filed under: Amman,Girl Power!,Hinduism,Life — Teal @ 12:01 am

The past week had been pretty hectic and worrying due to many reasons. Yeah pretty worrying for even my standards of thick skinned-ness. But thanfully it has all tied down. Post Malaya paksham after ammavasya officially is the beginning of this year’s navaratri …. I can take it that most junta who come here have already seen my previous year’s post explaining in detail, the way 9ratri’s being celebrated here … Anyhoo .. This year most of Navaratri spans across the weekdays, so no OC – sundall 😦 or the constant nagging to sing wherever I go 😛

And Saraswati Pooja and Vijayadasami on the weekend!

Bah! Humbug!!!!!

Worsht!

But yesterday, me and Dad set the steps for this year’s golu and since I cant invite most of ya home to see my golu … u can see it below ….. [No Sundal though, sorry about that ! ;-)]

October 7, 2007

The not so long goodbye

Filed under: Life,Stories — Teal @ 7:04 pm

This was it. It was probably the last time or chance for her to tell how she felt about their relationship. It was something that had dawned to a very formal acquaintance to a little close to a friendship and matured into a solid friendship.

But for reasons unknown, she couldn’t help but have this feeling that somehow it was all going to end and one fine day, they would end up passing by each other without even a single look of recognition, which eventually did happen. But not as soon as her worst case scenario estimation was, but what her womanly intuition told her. And rather kept ringing alarms in her mind for, anyways.

She had turned in her papers. She was to quit and leave the first ever place she called her company, her casa et. al. The week preceding this ominous day was not so bad, she was in fact counting down to the days when she would be able to walk out with all ties severed to this place, and the people, too.

Making the shift to another company with the hope of a better scope of work, and better opportunities was fairly common in her field. But the transition from your first ever job hurts, was what she was told. Few of the people she had met in the span of work in Technasys had already quit on account of bigger fish or marraige anyways. And people dont keep better chances on hold for other people , so why bother?

Getting through this particular day is going to be pretty darn difficult, she thought. This was the last and only chance for her to break this cold wall that had creeped in between them. The foundations of which had been laid by him, for no reason or excuse whatsoever. All her life she has been the winner of put-the-blame-on-me, that awful game which gave the winner a wonderful trip down the lane of doubt, diffidence and not to mention , self pity. “Maybe it’s my fault.”, she had thought. Despite numerous visits to his cubicle, which was always occupied with his superiors, and despite all attempts of tryin to chat with him thro the darned intra company chat console [which was a slow disease, killing the CPU nonetheless], tried calling him on hi VoIP extension, although they worked in the same facility, none of these bore any fruits.

This day, would be my last attempt to even try and talk to him, and if he just as indifferent, then i’ll assume it’s his loss, and not mine. I’ve had enough of this, she thought.

She walked to the nearest store and picked out an anniversary pack of his favourite chocolates, [my treat for you pig! she thought] and armed with that and a letter written in his favourite color [blue], she walked back into the facility. But before facing the brunt of his negligence [which was something she had foreseen] let me try and recollect those ‘fond’ but few memories we had as friends. She walked into the cafeteria, where the coffee machine guy smiled at her and made her drink without uttering a single word from her side.

“How are you ma’am?”

“I am fine. Today is my last day, so kinda having mixed emotions. 🙂 ”

“Oh, all the best ma’am, here’s your coffee, extra strong, as you like it.”

She mustered a weak smile and walked to that corner of the cafe where endless chats over coffee and the long luncheons had endured. She even wondered, if they would name that corner as the “Her & Him” block. That made her laugh. After tens of minutes, she finally mustered the courage to walk to his floor.

She walked through the glass door and down that familiar corridor which lead to his cubicle. His place, was empty. Thank god, she thought. She kept the things on his place , drew a smiley with a marker on his board and walked out slowly, absorbing every minute and second of that floor down the walk to the entrance. She wanted to surrender all the documents and leave the building ASAP, but some part of her, for some strange reason, held back. And wanted to look at him one last time, lest they never meet face to face again.

Her pocket was vibrating. She pulled out her cellphone, to find the cute guy from her floor calling her. This guy had been pestering her to have ‘the last lunch @ technasys’ with him. Which was an honour to him, as he repeatedly gushed over that call. As she confirmed the luncheon and hung up, she looked up across the glass walls.

He was walking towards his place with his team mates around him, like a tribe in battle walking on with some strategic formation. Armed with notebooks and pens, bah! one of those pointless meetings, she understood.

As he sat down , his eyes were drawn to the bright red smiley on his board and the huge chunk of candy. Below that was a sheet of paper, with words written beautifully in cursive.

This is Her, He thought.

He stood up and hastily read through the contents of the sheet and looked across the floor.

She was looking right at him. She could also sense his eyes going moist, which surprised her since he had been all wooden for these past few months that they’d known each other. After giving her a long look with unseen emotions and unsaid words running through his mind, he folded the paper back, kept it in it’s place nonchalantly and started working again.

She gave him a wry smile and walked right out of the buildings. Somethings are better left unsaid, and some people better forgotten.

PS: I know I’ve been having this overdrive with stories, but i just cant seem to help it 😀

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