tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54447942660473063702012-01-25T10:41:11.791-08:00Unwinding the labyrinths of my mind..!irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.comBlogger941100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-46401506203537794202011-11-19T18:24:00.001-08:002011-11-21T13:36:21.364-08:00

Everyone should have a happy place or a happy thought, one that can recover you from absolutely anything. Mine is when I visited India for the first time after I moved to the US, for my brother's wedding. It hasn't been working very well lately. Need to get it to.

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After a bath, upset with us for making him all nice and clean! :) Hanging out with his toys as usual! :) Oct 1999 - I think it was around the 30th that papa got him to Delhi. There couldn't have been a more grand entrance! Papa and his boss synced their official trip to Jodhpur with Tuff's 20days+ birthday so they could bring him back with them. Papa had many puppies to chose from, but

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-44551841227132116752010-10-21T21:02:00.000-07:002010-10-24T18:44:42.511-07:00

This is my first car and my pride! I bought her during my last semester in school and took wonderful care of her; we named her 'Chitty Chitty Bang Bang'. This was the car I toured my parents around in when they visited me for my convocation. This was the car we drove when we first lived as a couple together. This was the car in which I experienced my first automatic car-wash! :)  I met with an

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I have been unfair to my blog and have loads to fill in. My life is about to take a whole 180° flip! I shall start by picking up a few months before where I last left, i.e. April 7, 2009 (I'll skip the April 19 post cause it was more of a nostalgic/emotional outburst!). Stay with me as its been (my life) no less than a roller coaster! This shall be a series of posts since I don't want the best

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-34306542349967468272009-04-19T21:44:00.000-07:002010-03-07T16:31:55.503-08:00

I want you.. Not in my dreams but next to me. I want to go for long walks with you.. Not having to worry about being silent.. Just the togetherness would say so much.. Take you to all those places that I love going to.. To the spot I use for hiding from the world when I am upset.. To my favorite fountain.. To my favorite building.. To the beach.. walking as the water caresses our feet and

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-58443362291153346332009-04-07T16:59:00.000-07:002010-03-08T14:50:31.356-08:00

I realized I blog when I am sad/depressed etc.. Here's a happy post. I finally got an intern at Lucasfilms, Frisco!!! :) I'd been trying since the past four months and finally god blessed me with this. I'll be interning from May mid till August end!! and I get to meet Sandi..! :) Should be good fun.. esp since this break is so so welcome! I'm quite excited about it and am really really looking

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-1464735531445524482009-03-02T19:42:00.000-08:002009-03-03T13:34:30.805-08:00

her> I don't mean to dampen your spirit but I was the same when I got here. Now all I want to do is go back home. Get over with this. Everything feels fake now, the people, the places. I am fed up. I bet you'd feel the same way 6 months down the lane.me> (right then) No! I wont! I love it here, my apartment, my room mates, my courses, my friends! Its all good!me> (three months later) I still like

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-48101633074067450042009-01-27T18:48:00.003-08:002009-03-02T20:00:29.950-08:00

I do not want to be the one he can live with, but the one he can't live without.

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-768188444597683262009-01-24T00:34:00.001-08:002009-03-02T20:01:06.060-08:00

Its weird how you want him most when he just can not stand you.You just make it worse by seeking him even more.Irony!

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-25309323488637988562009-01-14T13:08:00.000-08:002009-03-02T20:01:24.743-08:00

Try as I may, there are some things that I just can not change. These things over shadow all the rest of my efforts and I am back to square one at the end of the long day.I used to be very emotional. In the sense that I always needed someone for sharing my joy, happiness, anger, troubles, problems anything.. I was not emotionally strong enough. I feel I have come a long way. I feel proud to say

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-11073615449803106462008-12-05T23:11:00.000-08:002009-03-18T00:27:53.739-07:00

Love you sweetheart and miss you soo much! Waiting for us to be together again.. Waiting to be in your arms again.. To feel your warmth against me.. To kiss you.. Look at you.. Hold hands with you.. Hopefully time wont be a constraint when we meet now..

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I gave my parents a surprise by coming for my brother’s wedding without notice. I wish my worthless friend Prashant would have captured their emotions on suddenly seeing me. All he managed to capture was my dog’s response as he was over whelmed by my father bursting into tears, my mother repeatedly calling out my name (as if to make sure I was the right person!) and my brother hitting me for

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-5870591415001259112008-10-26T16:54:00.000-07:002008-10-26T17:00:12.051-07:00

Had been looking for this song since the past ten days!!!! Heard it on the radio..and just could not get over it! All I could remember of it was "ta ta taara" :DI am sittingIn the morningAt the dinerOn the cornerI am waitingAt the counterFor the manTo pour the coffeeAnd he fills itOnly halfwayAnd beforeI even argueHe is lookingOut the windowAt somebodyComing in"It is alwaysNice to see you"Says

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-9195950493536650552008-10-14T20:09:00.000-07:002008-10-14T20:11:12.574-07:00

It is nobody's obligation to make you happy nor is it anybody's duty to be there for you. Strive for yourself.

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-29585221982492532732008-09-20T19:10:00.004-07:002008-09-26T22:51:03.308-07:00

unknown> Why do masters?me> To complete all that was unfinished from my Bachelors!unknown> Oh! You seem to be pretty keen on mastering your subjects!me> Uh!? Oh! Yeah, that too!unknown> Then, what else?!me> I meant, all my unfinished knowledge about people and types of people, different natures, unbelievable behaviors! How weird weird can actually get and how phenomenal some people are! How to

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-71652150604878576022008-09-12T12:16:00.005-07:002008-09-12T12:32:31.524-07:00

Onamasamsagal! :)May god bless you with the best of everything. *Onamasamsagal means Happy Onam in Malayalam

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I finally got time to read all the pending posts on my google reader account. I haven't had time to post comments though! :(I'm doing great! Went to Beverly Hills! n the beach, its beautiful! We plan to go to San Diego during the long weekend in September beginning :)Work starts beginning of next week. Did I mention I get free food n Booze with it!? :DThats it for now.. I'll be more regular with

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-43452693558830114522008-08-07T12:57:00.003-07:002008-08-12T17:43:44.166-07:00

This post is pretty boring, cause I don't have the time to tell you guys all that I've been dying to.. For now I'll just keep it to the crust!I'm doing great!I like the place, especially my university.Its beautiful! :)Haven't freaked out yet!We're three inseparable great friends. God bless them!Every thing's so BIG here! The squirrel is half the size of a cat! :O Coffee.. Onions! Everything!Cute.

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-64438588940081020462008-07-18T16:28:00.005-07:002010-03-07T16:51:13.042-08:00

I know it for a fact now that even on a happy day I can’t sleep without having spoken to Anant before hitting the bed! Precisely that happened today when today I waited for him to call me before sleeping till about 1:30 in the morning (my usual time of sleeping) and I realized that he’d dozed off cause he couldn’t get through my number. I lay down thinking about the last time we were together

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-13785403751552806322008-07-15T10:14:00.004-07:002008-12-11T20:37:12.406-08:00

Sandi awarded me this blogland Arte y Pico award and its time for me to pass it on to all the wonderful people I've met online. They've become such an important part of my life that any day I spend without logging into my Google Reader account, seems incomplete! Thanks a lot Sandi, for giving me this award, for the kind words you've written about me and also for always helping me find the

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-4190958781987765082008-07-03T23:47:00.009-07:002008-12-11T20:37:12.917-08:00

My friends move on after I leave? They get closer to each other cause they'll be around each other and when I finally do meet them after a year or something, I'm like a stranger to them?Anant can see no good reason to wait for the year till he joins me or god forbid he doesn't join me at all? Then we'll be away for like five years cause I gotta work there after I graduate?My parents forget the

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-67821508501309019002008-06-18T13:45:00.003-07:002008-06-18T14:14:15.204-07:00

I learnt not to put out someone's number on a for-sale site (even if it is a university site!) without asking. Whether I might have taken permission to put it out on my Job CV a week back. Else, I might blow up a decent relationship with my to-be-room mates!I also learnt not to put good news on my blog until it gets finalized till the last stitch!Well, Anant's not coming to US with me this year.

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-68351717904267876202008-06-07T15:52:00.007-07:002008-12-11T20:37:13.419-08:00

My body has developed its own immunity against soporific drugs. I have not been sleeping well lately and last night I just could not bear it so I took pills at about quarter to nine in the night. I was elated when I felt drowsy by about half past nine. So, I happily packed off to bed! Now the immunity I've developed cant stop me from feeling drowsy but it sends a weird sensation across my arms

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-15188163023686661272008-05-21T13:04:00.004-07:002008-05-21T13:25:30.636-07:00

I couldn't have felt more ashamed as I did when she looked at me with loathing in her eyes. I had sinned, for her I had. How could I be born to that womb and yet be so different, so shameless? I tried to reason, and I dropped further in my own eyes. Nothing could have made it better for her, nothing and I knew she's never forget this day of her life. I felt sick in my mind as I dreaded her

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-23777701989241037812008-05-12T00:42:00.010-07:002008-12-11T20:37:14.455-08:00

Updates: Anant got through University of California at Irvine and he plans to go there(most probably) :D Man, this feels like heaven! Looks like someone out there either wants us to fight our heads off or he really wants us to finally be close to each other after 5years of being in a long distance relationship!! His place is 47miles from mine! :D Cant stop smiling!Can't stop day dreaming either!!

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-6021422773919354522008-05-04T09:48:00.006-07:002008-12-11T20:37:14.729-08:00

Got through University of Southern California! :D My college would be in Los Angeles! Most probably its final that I'm going! They mailed me on the 25th but stupid me had lost hope so stopped checking my mail....! as a result of which I got to know a week later!!! Anyways, alls good! :)Have exams from day after..Haven't had time to read any blogs! Have loads to catch up after 15th (thats when my

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-2566708179953017852008-04-22T08:34:00.008-07:002008-05-01T09:29:38.271-07:00

God loves playing games with my life! I keep trying to tell him, I've known enough of creeps for a life time. He always seems to differ. Each time I find him over enthusiastic about letting a particularly nasty one on me!Sigh! Maybe I really DO have a lot to learn.Tune> I want to break free - Queen

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-68042305041521241932008-03-30T06:03:00.015-07:002008-12-11T20:37:15.220-08:00

Since April last year my hair have grown from a silly bob that lingered around my ear lobes to a silky long stream of brownish black curls brushing the upper edge of my waste line! This is the fastest they've ever grown and I love all the compliments I get when I let them lose! Every time they brush against my arm, they give me a high! :)My days have turned into a restless turmoil as I keep

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-74574989776716181172008-03-19T13:36:00.009-07:002008-12-11T20:37:15.988-08:00

I've been getting a strong urge to go out there and live alone, for quite sometime now. Face the big bad world myself, away from my family and friends; away from their love and protection. At least not until I'm completely self reliant, not until I've seen it all out there, not until my heart gives the signal.Its strange how I keep planning for this crazy dream of mine. How when I'm happy, I

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-38877778581320828222008-03-06T00:23:00.005-08:002008-03-07T11:28:26.344-08:00

"Mad World" All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for their daily races Going nowhere, going nowhere Their tears are filling up their glasses No expression, no expression Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow No tomorrow, no tomorrow And I find it kinda funny I find it kinda sad The dreams in which I'm dying Are the best I've ever had I find it hard

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-31088631531859972082008-02-16T04:52:00.002-08:002008-02-16T04:59:38.695-08:00

What do you do when you have the world under your feet when you are happy and not one person (when I say not ONE, I don’t mean it figuratively) person to share your sadness? Not a single friend, not your boy friend, not your parents, your brother. No One. They lie in three categories. Who can’t see me sad, so they’d rather hang up on me crying or leave me until I am well, more handle-able

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-225529742807128442008-02-07T09:20:00.000-08:002008-02-09T01:02:55.685-08:00

I am now officially a worthless-internet-whiler. I compulsively log into the net everyday at around 8pm start off with checking my mail, orkut, blog, other mail, Anant's mail(he's out of town) and then, well, I re-check my mail! God-forbid I might have missed a mail that got transferred to the spam! I then try and do something worthwhile by reading interesting articles on the net. I have realized

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-89802336563596781962008-01-27T20:20:00.000-08:002008-12-11T20:37:17.328-08:00

I'd never travelled alone in the train before, so I did not know the details we should confirm before boarding it. I screwed up at every possible juncture. I didn't check the train time right and reached four hours early! My e-ticket did not have my driving-licence number on it! Well, after boarding the train thankfully nothing went wrong. I just had to wait for Anant to join me 10hours later.So,

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-78378565952477014142008-01-26T00:16:00.000-08:002008-01-26T00:29:54.545-08:00

I'm done trying to become friends with pseudo-family members who don't care about me and send back forced emails or no replies at all! Who ignore my calls or create trouble with their mean tactics. Cause, guess what? I don't give a fuck either! :) (this felt so good!)I'm done spoiling my mood over stupid boy friend affairs. Over potential lies and scandals. Over bitches from some bloody

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-73595238185050137272008-01-08T09:42:00.001-08:002008-01-08T09:53:14.880-08:00

Ever tried hugging yourself while you wept? It works, almost.

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-52193047185940564962007-12-31T06:27:00.000-08:002008-12-11T20:37:17.536-08:00

Somehow New Year's Eve holds a very special place in my heart. I like spending it with my family and with Anant. As luck should have it we've never been together on this night ever since our first year together.i.e Welcome 2004. 2005: His sister wanted to be in town(Delhi, where we all live) so he opted to stay back in Indore(where his college is) to get both of them registered for their New

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-34384956474695376332007-12-25T06:54:00.000-08:002008-12-11T20:37:17.656-08:00

1. My brother is a perfect boy friend, he is very possessive about his girl. He can instruct me about how I should talk to her/deal with her/treat her. But can never do the same with her cause she might feel bad. If all three of us are together, he will expect me to understand if the whole of his attention is diverted towards her for she is new to our family and should feel comfortable. He can

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-91864004179617286802007-12-05T10:01:00.000-08:002008-12-11T20:37:18.316-08:00

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-29792210066366364622007-11-11T06:50:00.000-08:002008-12-11T20:37:19.792-08:00

Lord Ganesha, adorned with five earthen lamps (diyas).Entrance of the house, lit up with diyas.Another angle. From the front.Festival of lights. The house is decorated with diyas and the doors and windows are left open in goddess Lakshmi's (goddess of wealth, light, wisdom, the lotus flower and fortune, and secondarily of luck ) welcome.

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-5928105425367579612007-11-05T20:18:00.000-08:002008-12-11T20:37:20.288-08:00

Its that time of the year again, I can see the autumn slipping past and the cold cold winter approaching. Ahh.. I hate winters. I hate having to wear all those layers of clothes! I hate waking up in the morning with my feet still cold! I hate the shiver down my spine as I pour the first drops of water on me (when I'm bathing)! And the godforsaken cold! Once I get it, it won’t leave me till the

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-72591942023088278932007-10-05T00:24:00.000-07:002008-12-11T20:37:22.261-08:00

After several unsuccessful attempts at trying to write a post about things in specific, I shall resort to penning arbitrary even incomplete thoughts. Please bear with me I just have to write! I make it a point to watch the movie after having read the book. Never have I found a movie doing justice to its text counterpart. It must be really frustrating for the author. Since, what one has watched

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-3381856571581048722007-10-04T00:53:00.000-07:002008-12-11T20:37:23.706-08:00

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-46570156417865373762007-08-29T09:51:00.000-07:002007-08-29T10:38:14.134-07:00

Had a long long day! Mum is out of town and suddenly everyone seems to be aware that there is another twenty one year old lady in the house who should be able to manage things. I now know that its not easy for my mother to handle a home and her work as efficiently as she does! I did a sloppy job of being pseudo mommy for the first of four (I sense its going to seem longer) days!The curd was too

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-28411365221388656132007-08-24T07:02:00.000-07:002007-10-28T08:00:26.851-07:00

I discovered that:.... I do not trust anybody with my feelings. It is nobody's obligation to make you happy..... A mammoth setback can get me right back onto track. Its not the best way to teach me a lesson, but apparently works very well..... A long drive and total solitude do wonders for when I'm low.This could not be happening to her, Oh! God! but, it was true. Why her? She would never

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-9906524486450779342007-08-19T10:01:00.000-07:002008-12-11T20:37:24.094-08:00

Finally my new room is ready and I love it! Thats my father's tummy sticking out in the second pic! :)

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-56975406107281500082007-08-11T02:29:00.000-07:002007-08-14T00:37:36.537-07:00

I am a very weak person when it comes to handling emotions. I do not joke when I say that my body aches when I am hurt. I can relate to the term "heart ache". I resort to making my self unconscious when I am that way. May it be by sleeping off by having pills or getting myself drunk to the limit that I can feel no more.I do not deny that I am hurting while I write this. I have tried streching all

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-19516334571099694122007-07-28T00:17:00.000-07:002007-08-14T01:09:25.672-07:00

Training is coming to an end. College starts next week. I have decided to leave the hostel, so the next year is going to be about a lot of travelling, applying for jobs and staying at home of course! Maybe applying to universities as well. The house is almost complete too (it was being renovated). Chosing what colour to do the walls being the frequent topic of discussion at home! I have to focus

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-49688408754190676172007-07-18T22:06:00.001-07:002008-12-11T20:37:24.124-08:00

I dont care what you think.I dont care how you feel.I dont care do I?Hurt, very hurt. Having to hear all that from someone you hope would care hurts.

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-7538837140132041152007-07-18T00:38:00.000-07:002008-12-11T20:37:24.221-08:00

1. I read magazines, last page first.2. I dispose trash only in dustbins.Not coming across one, I can carry it along endlessly.3. I think a lot. A LOT.4. On being offered chocolates, I decline stating, "I do not like chocolates". Truth being, I just defer indulging in them.5. I never waste. (food, water, paper, anything)6. I tell myself "I am weird" atleast seven times a day on an average!7. I

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-85079362289185749872007-07-14T11:57:00.000-07:002008-12-11T20:37:24.511-08:00

Green lush lawn with one of its edges walking into a natural lake. This beauty encompassed by a walking track made by simply covering it with red sand. Little flower beds at abstract locations and absurd shapes giving it a very natural and yet a very well kept look. Earthen seats (never seen those before!) made for people to rest on and a small hut in the center for the caretaker who is by the

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-6736834605797693722007-07-08T21:50:00.002-07:002008-12-11T20:37:28.406-08:00

1. Wake up in the morning with my dog sitting next to me, staring at me, waiting for me to wake up! 2. Too sleepy to get up, I turn on the television to find out that all offices will be closed for the day! 3. Step into my old forgotten pair of jeans to find money crumpled in the pocket!4. After a bad day at work, on my way home I turn on the radio and my favorite number just started!5. Waking up

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-33019581266859334722007-07-08T11:35:00.000-07:002007-07-12T10:59:40.588-07:00

Tubthumping :Chumbawamba!! Your Body Is Wonderland : John Mayor (at 19!)Iris: Goo Goo Dolls (City Of Angles, lovely movie!)Remember When : Alan Jackson (The Notebook, my favorite movie!)Always: Jon Bon Jovi (We ball danced on this one, sharing the ear peices of my ipod! :) )So Far Away: Dire Straits (nostalgia remains!)Tell me about your favorites that bring a smile to your face inevitably, each

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-4254009654105484022007-07-04T08:40:00.000-07:002008-12-11T20:37:28.955-08:00

Haven't gone to office since the past three days. Hoping against hope I gather the strength to get up early and go tommorow! :) Meanwhile, I did something very productive today, learnt to make paper mache from 'Art Attack' and made a night lamp for my room! Spent an hour taking pictures of it in the dark, with the light on, in daylight, from all possible angles!! I am quite proud of it! Now is

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-11644733577995290162007-06-27T00:12:00.000-07:002008-12-11T20:37:32.638-08:00

Fear, fear itself. My remarkably realistic mother always taught me this. Yet, I developed incomprehensible fears along the years.I fear climbing stairs and even more so, climbing down them. Even slopes. I get an uncertain feeling all through the process, with the bottom of my feet feeling ticklish, like you do while swinging high on a swing. In that case your feet are off the ground, this is

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-35376353582514829442007-06-18T20:43:00.000-07:002008-12-11T20:37:32.867-08:00

My first day in office. This is just an eight weeks intern, even still I woke up with butterflies in my stomach! Got my office bag ready, which got quite stuffed. * "I might need this!" , "I might need this too!" ! * Wore something suave and comfortable, considering the sereing whether and the first impression on my boss! Prayed to god before leaving as my mother smeared my forehead with Holy Ash

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-60537559775747808842007-06-03T05:27:00.000-07:002008-12-11T20:37:33.260-08:00

Just got over with my exams which seemed to have been going on for ever! Well now I am free! Have a list of movies to catch up with! Got three days, after which my interns start. * groan *I have to reload my ipod since I am extremely bored of the present collection. Have to keep myself pepped up while am in office! :) I had been going for my exams with a friend, loved his pool of music. Had asked

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-36989496094932200872007-05-03T22:26:00.000-07:002008-12-11T20:37:33.479-08:00

I have learnt that you learn most by being silent and just observing things around you. Rebelling is not really a solution especially when you know that not anything you say would bring even a miniscule of a change. Artificial submission, though a sign of pandering I have realized is an easy way out. I would not advise you to resort to it. Nevertheless, I do that.I am not headstrong, in the sense

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-5458976026261923712007-04-28T22:56:00.000-07:002007-06-27T02:33:20.683-07:00

It was around an hour past midnight. She was five years old, peacefully sleeping. Probably dreaming about a compliment her teacher had given her in class! Her father was watching the ball game, just a few more overs to go.Suddenly he saw a figure moving around in the kids room, near the window. He picked up the sword hidden under the mattress (He was posted in the east where every officer was

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-12106650252965925542007-04-07T23:03:00.000-07:002008-12-11T20:37:34.075-08:00

Two things that are most striking about me: 1. I think a lot. 2. I have an exceptionally good memory.The more I indulge in the former powered by the latter, I fear I would drown into the hollowness surrounding me. I fear getting lost in this labyrinth of thoughts of mine. Am I going to fast ? or is life running past me? Either ways, I cant seem to get a hold.Feeling: dazed

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-92180378328191974622007-04-04T11:05:00.000-07:002008-12-11T20:37:34.487-08:00

My family is going through a phase. The more I muse about the same, I realise how living for over twenty years with my parents was not enough for me to know them completely.I always thought they were not good at adapting to changes. I realise I was wrong, they are on the contrary, very resilient.I always thought they would be apprehensive about me taking big decisions, especially ones with which

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-78819971122544369222007-03-19T23:14:00.000-07:002008-12-11T20:37:34.728-08:00

When I am bad, "I" handle myself the best. I find bliss in my solitude. Nobody but "I" seems to understand me. I enjoy my own company the most. I find myself talking more and more to myself. I laugh when I am hurt. A shoulder to cry on?I prefer resting my burdens on my own knees, wiping my tears against my own arms. I have learnt to tell myself that there will be a brighter tomorrow. I think I am

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-62147631920546785612007-03-17T23:24:00.000-07:002008-12-11T20:37:34.981-08:00

She cries out loud, shouts to her throat's might. Because no one can hear and no one seems to care. The weird shrilly noise aggravates into loud weeping marked with acerbity and tears start flowing. The night is so cold,almost chilly. The tear drops burning against her cheeks. She starts weeping uncontrollably. What had seemed to be anger had turned into immense sadness and was flowing out. She

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-90632883126122950042007-03-06T23:29:00.000-08:002008-12-11T20:37:35.217-08:00

Can't buy it, cant find it, can't look for it,no one can help you get it.Lies within you. Its for you to discover!

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-24600353503634437272007-03-02T23:31:00.000-08:002007-06-27T02:34:42.889-07:00

The summer is finally out. Feels so good to be back into my torn pair of shorts and tee's!!! Its beautiful. The day is longer, prettier. The early sunset used to make me feel gloomy.. It drizzled in the morning.. The grass still gleaming with raindrops..I feel good... I feel good!!I was out,lingering around the stairs. She walked upto me and said, "The marks won't go you know". I snapped back my

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-72192620030385046282007-02-10T23:33:00.000-08:002008-12-11T20:37:35.459-08:00

I am definitely not a morning person. I do not mind getting up early.. but usually prefer lazing around for a while before I'm up and about.I got up at 6:30 *which is pretty early for my standards*. Got out of bed within 5 minutes. It was raining outside. It was beautiful! Put on my keats and out for a jog. * me and sunnu *I love jogging in the rain.With the wind blowing gently against my face.

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-23308773095935201762007-02-03T02:17:00.000-08:002007-06-27T02:35:48.139-07:00

I feel differently about different people in different situations. I might be thinking something, but react ironically. I have countless troubling thoughts in my mind that govern my behavior which would have been different otherwise. I am a nice person, but become wretched at times because I have a good memory which is bad! I can not get over things easily.I used to be very exuberant about my

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-13952973015652031362007-01-26T11:51:00.000-08:002007-06-22T02:27:44.157-07:00

I feel disgusting - unimportant - sick - low - depressed - pathetic - fucked up - lonely.I am plunging into this bottomless hole of nowhere.Am i dead? OR Is this a living?

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-75418890017983527872006-11-30T23:57:00.000-08:002008-12-11T20:37:35.663-08:00

An afternoon could be so pretty I'd never thought. Exams (practicals) got over and well, watch a movie, go out with him??What more could I do. I decided to spend time with me. Reading a book in the nice warmth of the growing afternoon. It feltgood. I knew I'd remember it for the rest of my life. Everything was so peaceful, so pleasant.Started humming a tune, random, beating the back of the book

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-9850263815043350942006-11-18T00:02:00.000-08:002008-12-11T20:37:35.708-08:00

FOREVERI love you...cant imagine life without you I dont want to actually...coz I cant imaginemyself being happier newhere else..in any other way..I think of u...day and night...every moment...every breath that I take is some how linked with you..I wake up in the middle of the night..think of you..and sleep off with a smile on my face...and I kno...that I love you!I close my eyes..and the most

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-51706441394586920872006-11-12T00:08:00.000-08:002007-06-27T02:37:14.133-07:00

I TRIED BEING NICE. I TRIED BEING OBLIVIOUS TOWARDS HER ATTITUDE AND BEHAVIOUR.I TRIED LIKING HER.BUT I REALISE THAT ITS ALL GOING TOEFFECT ME EVENTUALLY, SO NOT LIKING IT ANDUNWILLINGLY I HAD TO YEILD IN. I HAD TO GIVE UP AND BOW MY HEAD IN ARTIFICIALRESPECT.* groan *I HAVE NO CHOICE. I JUST DINT SEETHE MISTRESS OF THE OBVIOUS.* humph *GOD HELP, FOR I HAVE TO LIVE WITH HER. DO I HAVE A CHOICE

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-81023309335304446262006-10-08T00:11:00.000-07:002007-06-22T02:27:44.158-07:00

RESPECT YOUR PARENTS AND ELDERS.NOBODY OTHER THAN YOU YOURSELF IS GOING TO BE THERE FOR YOU.BANK ON PEOPLE AROUND YOU UPTIL AN EXTENT.ALWAYS BE STRONG ENOUGH TO HANDLE THINGS ON YOUR OWN, EVEN IF YOU DO NOT HAVE TO.DO NOT EVER LET YOURSELF BE IN A HELPLESS SITUATION, SOMEWHERE YOU CAN'T GET OUT OF WITHOUT SOMEONE ELSE'S HELP.ALWAYS BE INDEPENDENT.ITS NICE TO HAVE SOMEONE TO BE THERE FOR YOU, ITS

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-81218232361077453422006-09-11T00:15:00.000-07:002007-07-18T01:35:37.127-07:00

Teach me god to control situations while they are under my control. Not to keep them pending till I have created a haywire for myself to get out of.This is in regard with my studies/exams, my relationships (no lolly not neccessarily my boy friend) and my phone bill.Yes,the third case is what has invoked me into writing this post.Last month, I let my bill go out of hand and pledged to control. Yet

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-6262117524005906322006-09-01T00:23:00.000-07:002008-12-11T20:37:36.198-08:00

For all those who think I suddenly stopped writing...nop...thats not happened...just that at two instances I wrote entries and just when I posted them 1. blog-city.com decided to go under repair work just at that very instant!! (m not one of those who can trust their luck!no sir..it never seems to favour me at the right moment!!).2. I'd learnt my lesson and wrote the entry first on notepad and

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-36547796781110896562006-08-14T11:27:00.000-07:002008-12-11T20:37:36.367-08:00

5 nights is the most that I've stayed up at a stretch. Were the worst five nights of my life. I had lost my sister. Damn I miss her so much. Lost her on the 19th of november 2004. I still remember postponing a call to her till the 20th. I had to scold her, " How could she have forgotten to wish me on my anniversary?"(18th) .I would stay up thinkin about her, tryin to feel her presence,by feelin

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-10049650819426975352006-08-04T11:24:00.000-07:002008-12-11T20:37:36.740-08:00

Smiling faces look beautiful!

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-62606587220274434532006-07-10T11:30:00.000-07:002008-12-11T20:37:36.859-08:00

"Work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt, and dance like you do when nobody's watching."Training is on, almost towards the end. People who were important for so long and then drifted away due to scaling of priorities have mysteriously come back into life. While those who were there to shelter through the tough phases have now become strangers! Life sure is a roller

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-50115371076470097952006-06-27T11:34:00.000-07:002008-12-11T20:37:37.346-08:00

Exams got over on the 1st.But,BVP doesn't give much of breathing time.Training started on the 4th."VLSI"(veri large scale integration). With so much going on and with anant in town I barely had time for myself and obviously for new posts. Well, training's still on but anant's left(miss you so much baby!!!) Feels like its been ages since I stayed home.Nop, I dont compramise on time with family

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-50348759271159634172006-05-23T11:42:00.000-07:002008-12-11T20:37:37.664-08:00

When I was in sixth grade. I studied in "Rajmata Krishna Kumari Girls Public School" (RKKGPS) it was this school owned by the king of Jodhpur (yeah they still exist!) Loved being there for a year. One of the best year of my life. It was a day boarding school, the class strength was not allowed to exceed 20! So we'd all get personal attention. But how the head of the institute manage to know us

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-24304738421925621362006-05-03T11:43:00.000-07:002008-12-11T20:37:38.182-08:00

Oh god oh god oh god! Every time I have exams. I end up wondering if I made the right choice by taking up the courses that I am persuing. When I am done with them, I am sure I made the right choice!! But why every time? This is one big problem with me. I am always not sure about the choices that I make. At the time I make them, like I wanted to buy a liner. Thought I'd check out the brush before

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-11805451878677529712006-04-17T11:49:00.000-07:002007-06-22T01:40:45.057-07:00

I need to make some serious changes with myself. These few things are the the building blocks of 'me', my character, and they seem to be suckin out the happiness of my life. I blame it all to my mother, ever since I've become able to understand spoken language and speak myself,she'd tell us that things had a proper reason behind them.( she's a science teacher). She completely forbade us from

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-6082334807789584422006-04-16T12:26:00.000-07:002008-12-11T20:37:38.490-08:00

love:1. Animals (I was mother to a sparrow,turtle,cat n a dog..all at the same time a few years back (they have been returned to their natural surroundings) all free to roam in the house! )2. A perfect house (nice n tidy,pleasant) with cozy rooms.3. Cooking (find it very very relaxing, love it. Especially to cook for Nakul, paa and Anant. )4. Swimming (used to swim 50 laps a day durin the summers

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-61820006922615006862006-04-14T11:50:00.000-07:002008-12-11T20:37:39.351-08:00

Vishu ,the malayali new year falls on the first day of malayali month of Medam according to the Kollam calander. This year, it is on April 14th. Legend has it that the Kollam Era began on the day Parashurama, the sixth incarnition of Lord Vishnu, created Kerela while making the waters of the Arabian sea recede when he flung his axe at it. Religious solemnity marks the day for the unostentatious

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-21129695495689621952006-04-12T12:00:00.000-07:002008-12-11T20:37:39.631-08:00

I can be really unreasonable at times, things that do not consern me take up my mind and can bother me endlessly. Keep eating me up from inside and 'me' the wonderer,cant help but give food to these thoughts. Let them peturb me. Something similar happened two months back. The reason I shall not discuss, but it was something that kept botherin me. Somehow I feel that it was linked to me, which

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-39836101830961361442006-04-03T12:02:00.000-07:002007-06-22T02:30:20.293-07:00

What is life? Why do people want to be the best? THOUGHTS:1. DU left...Friday, 7 April 2006 3:25 amI guess its coz we get just one chance.. n thats all we have so most of us do tend to try n make the best of it.. 95% of ppl try while the remaining actually succeed.. and fame or goldmines dont really count.. i dont kno then what does :p, but its something else, they all say!!2. ira left...Friday,

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Robert Frost:The best way out is always through. The impossible is often the untried.Samuel Jackson:Clear your mind of CAN'THenry Ford:You can't build a reputation on what you are going to do. The world belongs to the enthusiast who keeps his cool. Life shrinks or expands proportional to one's courage. Trouble is only opportunity in work clothes Ability may get you to the top, but it is character

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Life sucks completely. I hate everything that is happenin in it at the moment and I have no one but myself to blame for it. I am irristated, frustrated, stressed, depressed, irritable, uncomfortable, not well (this fucking cold just does not seem to leave me) There are times when I feel like simply leaving everything and running away. But, I know it would just keep following. The past whole year

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-56718061190828997602006-03-17T12:08:00.000-08:002008-12-11T20:37:40.472-08:00

ON THEIR 50th ANNIVERSARYThe simplest, most down to earth, humble, pure hearted people I've known so far, my naniji(grandma) and nanaji (grandpa). Naniji,always had this pleasant calm expression on her face, looking at which would take half your problems away, and the other half would vanish after spending time with her. No wonder my nanaji was crazy ♥ about her! J Even till his last breath,

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-53541015813292194812006-03-13T12:13:00.000-08:002008-12-11T20:37:40.628-08:00

I love coffee! Everything from the essence, black strong coffe, coffee milk, cold coffee, coffee muffins everything! Love it from the core of my heart!! I should not be so proud of saying it, but I am addicted to it!! There are times when my brain stops working, all I can smell is beans of coffee! That intoxicating smell *mmm....:)* It makes me feel alive, somehow soothes my nerves! Then again, I

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-57837280735831029362006-03-01T12:22:00.000-08:002007-06-22T03:15:00.935-07:00

Ten Things Men Know About Women:1.2.3.4.5.6.7.8.9.10. Women Have Boobs!!!

irahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13475745951767181872noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444794266047306370.post-1613501201026632862006-02-23T12:34:00.000-08:002008-12-11T20:37:40.927-08:00

Magestic, isn't he? oozes out power, royalty! I was around eight, we'd gone for a picnic. I rode a horse, for the first time in my life *as far as my memory goes* and asked the owner of the horse how much he'd sell it for. He told me a certain amount and I started insisting on having it for a pet! On being refused to, I made an ugly grumpy face and refused to speak to my family for the rest

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Memories I Shall Always Cherish :)1989: Our family house was being made and every one had a say in it. All of us have a special corner in the house. The nursery for the kids, a well in the backyard, coconut,papaya,mango trees in the porch, a peaceful pooja in the basement for ammaji *grandmother* and an office for acha *grand father*.A living area which would cradle memories for the next many

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I am 21 years old. Here's about the people in my life.Papa: He is undoubtedly the ideal man for me. He has been more a friend than a parent for us. I do not think there is anybody with whom I can share my mind as easily. He is my weakness, he is my world.Mumma: She is the sweetest, simplest being on this earth. She is still a kid from within. As I grow up, I realise I am becoming a clearer

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Anant and I are really amazing friends. We'd easily qualify for bossom pals. Had we known each other that long it'd have been no different! Just more memories to reminise.I can share my mind with him. Anything, just anything! He'd come a 100 miles just to give me company cause I can't concentrate and study alone. And when he comes, I wont study anyways! But w-t-f? I'd wake him up at 3 in the morn

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Valentine's day. I do not know what it is but I am happy, really happy. There is a smile stuck onto my face, that wont go. I am alone on this day, but I'm all dressed up, in red and white! Just looking good for the one I love! Who stays hundreds of miles away from me. But I'd have done it, had I been there with him. Every day could be valentine's day when you're together. Its just about realising

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