Sweet question?
12 hours in Kolkatta and different types of “out of the world” Sandesh, Pedas, Mishti Doi and a dilemma already.
If someone introduces himeself as “Shwandeep” to me, what am I to call him—Shawndeep or Sandeep ?
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Getting vaccinated
There is much-forwarded Forward about “the youngest web designer” and then “youngest Indian web designer” and then we have seen the young Miss. Worlds and youngest this and youngest that. Sincere congrats and best wishes and best of the luck to all of them.
But when it comes to doctor, its only the experience (& reputation) that comforts you.
So, 2 days before when this doctor enters my house, who I had imagined to be atleast 40 years of age but seems like 30ish, what do I do but gasp. And it does not help at all that he is supporting a stubble and wearing cap a la Himesh Reshammiya.(yes, yes, bad bad me, being so subjective and judging by looks)
So the doc is there to administer Meningococcal vaccines to me and 2 of my friends, one of whom is with me and the other one is trudging towards my home for his vaccination. Also, I have requested a Chicken Pox vaccine for myself.
After a routine hi-hello, and repetition of the menu of 3 meningococcals and 1 chicken pox, the doctor exclaims that the meningo… he has brought are the pediatric ones.(meant for kids, not adults :@) Pronto, phone is dialled and the friend braving rain and mud is asked not to come. “Anyways”,the doc continues, “I just read, that chicken pox and meningitis vaccination can’t be done together.”Readers, concentrate on word “just” in the above dialogue, just as in justas in J.U.S.T.
sPrint
Ok, wanted to take a print-out but the printer and computer simply refused to yield. Something was wrong with the printer. Ughh.. just before I started getting angry, I remembered those mails which I deleted without even giving them their 30 seconds of claim (yuck). The mails were mentioning something about movement of file system, hence the movements of printers from one place to other and other such blah..
Re-installed the nearest printer and bingo, had the document I wanted to read. But, had to delete all those old printers since the printing dialog box was taking ages to show up(as it had to show all the “unable-to-connect” printers). Felt bad while deleting them. They were the only proofs of all the cubicle changes I have had till now. 3 floors, 6 wings, 7 cubicles, 2 years, had half of the printers of the company installed on my computer. As I deleted them one-by-one, felt worse and worse, (I mean they are no la-coffee machines) but still… running from my seat to collect that warm paper churned out fresh by that machine, different run-ups from different seats…et al
Come on, they were just printers, ideal moments would be here and I can always install ALL of them again.
Something is wrong
with me.
Uniformed fashion
I did notice the low waist trousers. Noticed beacause back home it is not the same.
Good Morning!!
As I read this post, I invariably smiled since it reminded me of today’s morning.
Then (the morning)
Today morning began with a start. My alarm which in reality is a nasty ugly frustrating sound which makes you run and throw the instrument playing this sound away has never failed to jolt me up from my slumber. Today was different. Like every other day I got up with a start because of the alarm, but today I jumped out of the bed as soon as I opened my eyes. My room had expanded, my bed and pillow were cushiony,room’s floor was carpeted. Everything was differnt. I was in a different place. “WHERE AM I?”, I breathed heavily to myself.
5 seconds of shock and then realization, I am not home, I am in Israel. I smiled at my stupidity and ran off to the bathroom to put the alarm off on my cellphone. My phone would have been shocked too last night when I put its adaptor in the socket meant for charging electric shaver. But anyways thats the only socket where the adaptor would fit in.
Now(the evening)
[smiling reproachingly]How could I forget that I am here. Esp. when, it has been wonderful this time. 
Btw my ugly ringtone on my most wonderful 
Unbreakable
“When was the last time you were ill?”
My friend recently pointed out that to me when I contracted acute follicular tonsillitis and adenoid hypertrohy. The disease was such that leave alone swallow, I could hardly open my mouth to speak lest it should get more dry.
I incurred these infections exactly 1 day after I was cured of the food poisoning I was suffering from which occured just after my severe cough and cold got bored of me.
So, my friend’s question reminded me of the last time I had seriously taken to the bed, some 2 and a half years back when I pulled my back which happened some 4 years after I suffered from viral fever.
Thats about it. Pretty healthy I am. Even common cold takes around one and half years to catch up with me.
So, that was my life’s FIRST TONSILLITIS and I was away from home, maternal care and healthy home cooked food.
Though my friend says that I don’t qualify to be called gifted but I maintain I am unbreakable.
Good health to me.
Amen!
Lost the touch
A lot of time has passed since I visited here, and so much tangible and untangible has changed. But then that happens to all and always, time does ensure that.
Few days back I took a rickshaw to someplace nearby and forgot my 1 GB data drive in that rick. While alighting out of the rick I realized what happened but ..
Funny! how that moment feels when you know you have left somehing behind and the all you have to do is grab to it and bring back your life, the way it was. Still funnier, how you just let it go. the way it slips
The dynamics and physics of such moments are different altogether. Probably, they should be investigated more. But, I know those particular 1 seconds stretch like elastics of time but are slippery as eel. You realize what is happening but the matter-time composition of your surroundings melt in a way that it freezes.
Hmm…, but the good thing was I got my data drive back. On the way back to home; an hour later, some other rick, some other guy but by some happy co-incidence this driver (regular of the area nearby my residence) decides to keep that strange thing that Madam forgot with himself, so that enquiries yield results.
My data drive is very valuable to me.
But the story does not end here. I realized that I have lost it. The ability to be really sad and the ability to be really happy.
All that I felt during the episode were the problems I would be facing without my drive or the problems I would be facing to retrieve it. Though, you would hardly get attached emotionally to a data drive but loss of all the precious data should do more to you than just feeling bad about the whole thing.
I guess feeling bad was the only good thing that happened.
Probably, I have grown up, things have stopped affecting me.
There it goes
2005 – a year of sheer magic and intoxication.
Will always be drunk on you. Celebrating you right now. Contemplating about you.
Silhouette of what it can be. Proof of what it should be.
Route for routes.
Happy New Year.
Coming of age
Few days back, went back to my place, Delhi. The nip in the air was invigorating, least to say. Got so nostalgic that brought back a sweater to the place where monsoons are the coolest time around.
However, the post is about the technology and awareness affecting the Gol Gappe.
The Gol Gappe which begged for space here belonged to Gulab. (This is also the place where I got my mithai from)
So, probably because of their SFA association, a bhai with a hand in a plastic bag secured by a rubber band picks up the crust…shell; what the heck, a gol-guppa & keeps it under a FP (fountian pepsi) – type machine. Zoom! the gappa is filled with the pani.
Well, heard about something like this a couplaa years back but was very amused this time.
As far as this treat goes, it was good except the Gol Gappa Pani could have done with being a lil less concentrated.
The Laptop Story
Instead of Laptop DELL delivered me a Pizza.
Its true.
The worst part was that I did not even realize the lil differences that exist b/w Pizza and Laptop and munched away to glory.
And that’s true too.
Only after I felt bit heavy in tummy did I search over internet[not on the half-eaten Pizza but some PC] that Laptops are supposed to be “rectanglish” and not roundish.
If that was not all, it dawned upon me much later that Laptops are not edible. But too late, it was all gone. :’(
It is the worst kind of nightmares you can ever dream of.
All all thanks to this guy.
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