Monday, September 14, 2009


I really can't understand some work policies. When a manager wants to work from home, he can do it anytime. But if I request for a work-from-home for 4 days for some personal important reason, he has to "talk to" his manager, who works from US office, which takes 2 freaking weeks to do, and finally tells me today that his manager didn't agree, and so I must take leaves if I must go.
I bet his manager doesn't even know what I am doing!! And all I am offering is to work, and not not work. Yen ri idu???

Aaaaaaaahhhh! I am so pissed off! :-(

Thursday, August 27, 2009


I am moving out of my current house this weekend. And I am feeling quite bad about it. As if I am betraying a nice, close friend of four years and going far away, to someone else, never to return. Oh, moving out can be so moving!

And why not? Ever since I moved to Bengaluru, I have been living in the same house, with a lot of friends. This area, with its dwellers, neighbors, shops, temples, dogs and parks has been always kind to me. I have thoroughly enjoyed living in this area. The various people and places you see everyday around you and take for granted, are a part of your own life, accept it or not. The dairy-wale Anna, our disciplined house owner, the sweet-smiling multi-lingual Sabji-wale bhaiya, the limping dog which guards our street, the diligent Press-wale bhaiya, our super-busy cook, the ever-frivolous half-Telugu half-Kannada speaking maid - all these come together form of a beautiful memory of my first few years in Bangalore. And I am sure they will make me smile even after years.

And this house..... It has seen me grow up, laugh, cry and live a lot of special moments. A lot of people who are special and dear to me, have visited here. A lot of excited conversations have taken place in the hall. Lots of yummy, traditional and exotic dishes have been cooked in the kitchen. So many mid-night birthday parties have been celebrated in the dining room. The terrace and other rooms have heard hours-long conversations between two special someones. And warm tears have been shed often in these bedrooms, who are probably looking forward to do the same after this weekend...

Today, when I saw a fresh "To Let" board on my house, I felt a streak of anxiety within. As if my house is feeling betrayed by me, is heart broken, doesn't want to talk to me... and is inviting strangers to fill the void in its heart left by me...

If, somehow, even for a moment, my house could take a human form, I would rush to him, embrace him in a tight hug and tell him that even I love him as much as he does, and I would really, truly miss him.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

The inauguration

Welcome to MP3 - Mera Pehla Pehla Post, the first post of my first blog.

This was long pending, something like a bonfire waiting to light up. The "fuel" started gathering a few years back, when I started having urges to express myself. To add to it, my friend Pizzadude, an old blogger, had almost decided not to talk to me unless I started blogging. But lazy me - I kept on postponing, till he forgot about it ;-)

But recently, as fate would have it, I came across some excellent blogs like Sayesha on the rocks and Bengalooru Banter. They were so good (I would dedicate a seperate post for them), that they went beyond just making me smile and laugh. They changed my perspective about the concept of blogging itself. Then my friend Rom started furiously updating her photo-blog with beautiful pics, and the photographer inside me started getting restless to follow suit. And then suddenly everyone around me seemed to have a blog of their own. So much so, that in this wedding, ......

Urv - Do you blog?
Me - Umm.... no.... I mean not yet..... (*sheepishly grins*)
Sash - What?? You don't BLOG??
(which sounded more like "What?? You don't take bath??")
Me - Ummm..... He he... mmm.. (*an uncomfortable smile*)
PD - (*nods sympathetically*)

Me - (to himself) OK boss, enough, अब तो कुछ करना ही पड़ेगा. (This was like the spark which lit up the bonfire I was talking about.)

So guys and girls (assuming that more than 1 guy and 1 girl are going to read this :D ), here I come! Now its my turn to slam personal views, events, experiences and other rubbish onto the whole world!
(just kidding, you religious bloggers ;-)

शुभम् भवतु !