Dreamin'

An expanse of verdant green...rolling into a hill. Pretty cotton wool clouds are floating in the sky. Far away there is a cute cottage with a fence running around it. The fence is covered with wonderful smelling rose bushes. A German stands there, wagging its tail. Beside him stands a girl with a sweet, smiling face. There is a gentle breeze, and her pony tails flaps in the wind. ...No, let me erase that, she wears her hair in a pait - yes, with a big ribbon.

That girl is me....I look up at the sky, and lo behold there is a rainbow on the horizon. A rainbow with profusion of colours - red, green, violet, blue, orange. No I change some of the colours into maroon and pink.

Colours - what are they but mere names, filled out by my imagination. I have many images running through my mind - people call them dreams.

You see I am blind - I cannot see without, but can dream within.

Random Thoughts

Drat, the figures just don’t tie up.........
Tie – I need to buy one for Bobby’s birthday gift. Have to think of a colour.
Will Obama look nice with a blonde coloured hair?
Is he equipped to tackle the economic meltdown?
My waist need a meltdown – don’t want all that gajar halwa, peanut jaggery bar showing themselves so ostensibly
Hey, I think there’s gajar halwa in today’s lunch menu

Boss: Nandini, you’ve been staring at those reconciliation figures for more than ten minutes. Take a break – get your mind off for a while. Let random thoughts flow in, and then get back to attacking that problem.

Me: Sure, let me go check out today’s lunch menu.

Coffee time tale

The other day I had gone to the market for the usual weekly shopping. There was no hurry, and since the weather was (strangely) good, I decided to stroll leisurelyand do some window shopping. My purpose of course was to kid myself into thinking that I was exercising enough (you know that leisurely stroll being mapped as “serious walking” in my brain), and I would rightfully earn the big chocolate muffin and cold coffee I was planning to have at the Café Coffee Day (situated atthe end of the road).

Suddenly one of those huge prosperous looking cars drew up alongside the pavement, and one of those “Sethji” looking guys stepped out. Even though, the chauffer had skillfully parked the car, the parking ticket walla emerged from one of the nondescript stalls, and started waving his arms. All this to suggest that he had helped in getting the chauffer to park the car properly. I am sure he was hoping for a little tip from “Sethji” once he got back to the car. Seth ji in the meanwhile, had already walked on towards the shops, oblivious to the parking walla’s gestures. Suddenly I saw Chottu, the cobbler boy, running towards Seth ji, and incoherently shouting out something. He was holding out a smart, black wallet in his hand. I stood by to watch the tamasha.

Chottu was tingling with excitement by the time he reached Sethji. Ohh, I thought, Chottu was anticipating a big tip while returning Sethji his dropped wallet. Chottu’s sharp eyes had helped him today.
Sethji took his wallet rather matter of factly from Chottu (probably he was used a retinue of servants handing him back his dropped things). He then held out a Rs20 note for Chottu.

Chottu: Sir, mujhe kafi de do

Sethji: Kya Rs20 kafi nahin?

Chottu took the Rs20 note, and then pointed to Café Coffee Day and said “Kafi”…..”thanda kafi”

Wish Me

Yippee another new number to live in……

Ok guys here’s a quiz for you -
The number I am turning into is the reverse of the year I was born in, and if you add the 2 numbers, you will get a decade. :-) :-)

Got it???....well go figure, while I prepare to indulge in whole lot of goodies. After all I read somewhere that “Birthdays are nature’s way of telling us to eat more cake”

What now?

You still haven’t got the number……Ohhh Okie – you wish me for my birthday (I do need all your good wishes to enjoy my nice new number), and I’ll give you the answer to the quiz.

Nandinism flourish

Urban Dictionary is a Web-based dictionary of slang words and phrases and names. As of 2009, the site contains over four million definitions. Submissions are regulated by volunteer editors and rated by site visitors, who tend to be youths rather than adults. Time magazine's Anita Hamilton placed Urban Dictionary on her 50 best websites of 2008 list

Nandinism has been induced in Urban Dictionary. Have sent in a few of my own words, and some have been published, others not.
Have a read, and see if you like them, identify with them, disapprove of them or find them entertaining………….

Excitoning - While talking on the phone, getting the tone of your voice to sound excited when the person you are talking to is narrating something interesting in his or her life.
(Published)
Example -
A; Do you realize you were on the phone for the last half hour
B: Yeah, my son was talking about his football match and I was excitoning wih him.

Staretch - A long stare, seeming to stretch on and on.
(Not published)
Example –
Jenny: Why do you have a frown on your face?
Alice: Look at the bloke in the next cubicle, he has been looking at me for the last 5 minutes, without even blinking.
Jenny: Ohh thats Roger, he's famous in the office for staretching at new people.

Coffee h2h - Having a heart to heart (h2h) conversation with your colleague during a coffee break, while at work.
(Published)
Example -
A: "Susan, where have you been? The boss has been calling you"
Susan: "I was having a Coffee h2h with B"
A: "Huh?"
Susan: "Ohh a heart to heart conversation during the coffee break"

St In T - Means "stuck in Traffic"
(Not published)
Example -
A: "Hello, where are you? Been waiting for quite a while now"
B: "I am StInT"
A" "What?"
B: "Ohh I am stuck in traffic"

Wow Woo Vow - Getting enamored (Wow), Wooing the person and getting married (Vow) n a jiffy. A whirlwind romance culminating in marriage in a very short time.
(Published)
Example -
A: "I got Jack and Jill's wedding card. Didnt know they were going around."
B: "Its a case of Wow Woo Vow. She wowed him during the Halloween party, he wooed her all through Thanksgiving, and now they will take the Vow by Christmas."

Dragonire - Extremely angry. So angry that smoke seems to be bellowing out of his/her nostrils (like a dragon)
(Not published)
Example -
Me: "Hello. Sis, I broke Mom's favourite vase. Has she discovered it? Is it safe to come home now?"
Sis: "You better stay out real late. Mom's seen it and is now in a state of dragonire"

Coffee Gulush - Having your morning coffee while on the fly. Just gulp the coffee and rush out.
(Not published)
Example – My wife makes the perfect coffee gulush in the morning. The coffee temperature and quantity is just right. I rush out of the bedroom, gulp the coffee and rush out to catch the 7.10 bus

Recession

I knew recession was all around us when I was informed that the light at the end of the tunnel was being switched off…. My guardian angel told me this. She also wanted to shift in with me for a while, since recession ensured that “good luck” had become scarce, and heaven couldn’t afford to accommodate the “good luck” carriers.
I figured since she’d helped me in the past, I wouldn’t let my sense of gratitude be victimized by the big R. And even though it meant that both of us would have to tighten our belts, it was OK……With the R haze all around, I had considerably lessened the cake, ice cream, cheese and mushrooms, chocolate mouse and adopted the bread, milk, potato and cabbage routine. My paunch was flattening out – the belt tightening was but natural.
The other day I went to see this blue blooded friend of mine, since she had just delivered a baby. I was shocked to see a white metal spoon in the baby’s mouth instead of a silver spoon. Ohh gee, I tell you, what recession can do.

But this one takes the cake (oops should it read as bread???) –
During our weekly departmental meeting with the boss, he started in his usual fiery style by announcing “The company needs change”
“Pathetic” I thought, as I emptied out my pockets and placed on the table the few coins I had. The company was paying us peanuts, and to top it all they wanted our coins.
The glare my boss gave literally scorched me. Well, well looks like the boss’s mean streak had not diminished due to recession.
I guess some things never change even when R is on prowl. Sigh !!!!

Shoed Away

Akash was working hard on being successful at the family business. Politics was the “family business”.
His grandparents had to wear khadi, look like one of the masses, and ensure they went to jail during the freedom struggle….and viola they had it made. His parents too had to be seen in the typical politician attire, talk a bit about scientific progression of our country(like computers and ATMs being available to all) to get in the modern feel for the vast majority of rural masses, and they had it made. However, in this day & age, being a politician and maintaining a smart image was a tough thing to do. Akash had to take a public stand on some matters which the youth (and this class was a very smart class) believed in. He had to look smart – just khadi & topi wouldn’t do, he had to speak smart, be tech savy.

His big test (elections) was a month away, and he’d enrolled himself for most of the classes a successful politician would. Shastriji came to teach him chaste Hindi – often different dialects. The speech writer got him up to speed with the latest happenings. A techie wizard kept Akash knowledgeable about the latest gizmos. A style guru, and a yoga instructor took care of his image, diet, posture and what not.
All was being taken care of.

However a new scenario has emerged now…….the shoe scene. Akash had to be “shoed” to make news and get noticed. After Bush & Chidambaram, any politician worth his salt needed to be pelted, atleast once, with a shoe. Then and only then was he considered a pucca politician with a strong stand on a controversial issue.
The shoe dodge project became Akash’s mother’s mission. A plot was hatched……
Step 1 was getting Akash to have a controversial speech. His mother found an issue and semi wrote the speech. It was all about anti reservations for students
Step 2 involved getting the correct “thrower”. After careful sorting through likely candidates, the gardener’s son was chosen. He was to appear as a college student who believed strongly on reservations for backward classes.
Step 3 was getting the venue for delivering the speech. Couple of “meaningful” telephone calls from Akash’s mother’s office and one of the private universities called Akash to deliver the speech in its hallowed portals. The students of the college were inundated with advertisements about Akash’s speech, and lectured on how important it was to attend .
Step 4 was to enact the entire drama. So each morning Akash stood at the make shift podium in his garden. The gardener’s son was placed at a correct distance and angle. And the correct timing for the shoe attack was drawn up. For a week the thrower practiced the length & force of his throw. Such was the zeal, and so rigorous was the training, even an Aussie pacer would be put to shame. Akash learnt to duck the shoe with much more agility than say a Ganguly would show against a rising delivery.

Soon the all important day dawned. The garderner’s son was given a light, fashionable looking sterilized shoe. Akash was dressed up in smart casuals, and turned on his entire charm with the college students. Before the speech he joked and laughed with them. The scene was set perfectly. Akash started the speech with all earnest, the tempo built up. He could see most of the crowd agreeing with him. It was going great guns. He even risked a look at his speech writer, and got a warm smile and a thumbs up in response. Akash’s confidence was at a all time high. He was nearing the famous line after which he would have to duck. He’d arched up his body and was almost swaying on his toes while uttering the famous line. But wait, whats was going on – he had completed the line, but o object came flying at him.
Akash paused, and for effect repeated his earlier line. Still nothing. He again paused and actually took a sip from the glass of water placed before him. Nothing happened. Akash started to sweat, his sulk came on. He no longer cared for the speech……something was wrong. Why didn’t the shoe came hurtling at him. Why on earth was his “make him famous speech” not happening the way he wanted it to. Morosely Akash continued his speech. He barely heard the students, and stormed out of the room after finishing. His plan had literally been shoed away.
Once in his car, he rang up the entire team and demanded an explanation about the non incident. He needed to know where the gardener’s son was and why the shoe wasn’t hurled. People scurried about trying to trace the culprit, and the reason of his absence.

After a couple of hours the gardener’s son was traced and hauled up in front of a furious Akash and his stony mother. The poor chap managed to blabber out that when he was presented the swanky sterilized shoe, he fell in love with it so much that parting with it seemed a crime. He decided to use his old shoe, the one with which he had practiced. However Akash’s security team would just not allow him to carry the old tattered shoe. And so the plan had to be skittled.

Akash didn’t utter anything. His plan had been shoed out, but he thought that he had learnt an important lesson…….the needy junta needed to get their miniscule need fulfilled to enable him to get into bigger shoes.