tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25935688542437986622024-03-10T00:45:15.526-08:00Auburn LeavesTime for a new tagline. I don't know what it is yet.MMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17966887734311895236noreply@blogger.comBlogger133125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593568854243798662.post-92017713813908101012011-09-13T01:38:00.000-07:002011-09-13T01:41:02.985-07:00I'ma start blogging again!It's going to be legend... wait for it...well, I can't promise anything.But ...dary. Yes. Fingers crossed!MMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17966887734311895236noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593568854243798662.post-16374090206360994192011-01-03T10:52:00.001-08:002011-01-03T11:21:07.574-08:00The Goose is the Bestest Type of AnimalTerrible heading for a blogpost, that.What kind of friend calls you an animal in her birthday wish, and means it as a compliment, I ask you? Why, MM, of course.Tomorrow is Bestest's Birthday. This post is a special way for me to say, a very Happy Birthday Goose, and that I love you loads.May your 23rd year be spectacular!I would say a whole lot more, but I have a somewhat handicapped right hand,MMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17966887734311895236noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593568854243798662.post-59267134161246207942010-12-24T00:51:00.000-08:002010-12-24T00:55:18.740-08:00Feelin' So Fly Like a G6What kind of a song is that?Goddamn catchy-ass song, I'll tell you that.____________________________________________________________________I have been feelin' so fly like a G6 lately. An Aunty-less PG has both advantages and disadvantages. But mostly advantages. Akanksha darling's always having her own trippy little party, and sometimes I join her. The fridge is stocked with bottles that MMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17966887734311895236noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593568854243798662.post-57737992279350999202010-12-21T05:12:00.000-08:002010-12-21T07:24:39.264-08:00He-Man has left the BuildingIt's all very sad. But what can you do. He's blazing off to the UK, to bigger, brighter dreams.I will miss the after lunch walks for his lunch-break cigarette, and his benign "Heh?"s in response to nail polish discussions (and mostly anything else we said). But most importantly, I will miss his lunch, which I polished off everyday for two months without his permission (Take pity on this poorMMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17966887734311895236noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593568854243798662.post-19721275975514453662010-12-10T10:46:00.000-08:002010-12-10T11:14:08.482-08:00Mango Nailsare the result of that shopping spree.That, and these: Three girls after a long day's work + an empty mall after closing time= lots of entertainment for the cctv cameras.I can't figure out whether my nails are utterly hideous or refreshingly funky.I'm living on the edge here.______________________________________________________________________Adi came to visit us at work yesterday. He missed MMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17966887734311895236noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593568854243798662.post-75057101498342439822010-12-07T21:48:00.000-08:002010-12-09T00:20:48.163-08:00A Happy Birthday Jay! PostAs is customary, and quite a tradition now on this blog, we must wish Jay a Happy Birthday Day here.Happy Birthday Day, Jay!I'd love to write more, but the day isn't looking too spectacular. There's a four o' clock deadline, followed by a meeting at the Head branch of TheBankILove in Bandra Kurla Complex (they're one of our loveliest clients).So other than the fact that my boss gave me an idli MMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17966887734311895236noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593568854243798662.post-71467414785570821522010-12-06T21:20:00.000-08:002010-12-07T23:09:17.981-08:00Guess who's backTell a friend.______________________________________________________________________So let me start by regaling you with the tale of the 300 year-old cabbie. Because that's what this blog's all about, isn't it?I had the gross misfortune of journeying in his cab this morning. He refused to take me at first. I should have just walked on, but lately I have taken to questioning any cabbie-refusals MMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17966887734311895236noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593568854243798662.post-14128857901040138512010-07-06T20:27:00.000-07:002010-07-06T22:15:04.781-07:00It's 8.40 amAnd I'm in at work.Such a diligent child, you say, wiping away a tear. But no. It's only because my flight (Indigo -On Time, Every time) landed at 7.37am on the DOT and I had to come in straight to the office.Morning flights are a bitch. I was dazed the entire journey. Ah sleep you are an elusive friend.____________________________________________________________________So I'm just back from MMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17966887734311895236noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593568854243798662.post-1032349987121332072010-06-22T22:32:00.000-07:002010-06-23T02:32:49.340-07:00It is SHAMEFULIt's absolutely shameful. It is even shameless, in fact.That my last post was in January, and is about a lizard. (Scroll down to see said post. No, wait. Don't.)So I plan to make amends. By writing a synopsis post for every month I have not documented, so that my sloppiness goes undetected by future generations, and my six month hiatus will never be known of by anyone ever (unless they read this MMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17966887734311895236noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593568854243798662.post-32828122029718477462010-01-06T05:02:00.001-08:002010-01-06T05:04:12.430-08:00What do you do when there's a lizard in your bathtub?I've got:Run,Scream,andRun screaming.Any other ideas?I tried throwing it a rope. (Literally. The plug with a chain attached the top of the bath, so that it could climb it and escape.)It refused to pay any attention.I tried throwing it a towel. (So that it could hop on, and I'd carry the towel out of the tub to safety.)It gave me a distasteful expression and scampered off to the other end of the MMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17966887734311895236noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593568854243798662.post-35819093840641276172009-12-20T23:19:00.000-08:002009-12-21T00:16:13.489-08:00TornYou know that feeling when you're torn between two places?No. It's a good feeling. I think.Mumbai's really truly completely become home now. I owe that to a lot of people, to my awesome pg and the city just for being what it is. It's not been a complete a bed of roses, and it's taken me some time, but I've totally settled down. And I feel bad leaving it. And I feel glad that I'm coming back.My MMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17966887734311895236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593568854243798662.post-54704002748318318822009-10-14T11:56:00.000-07:002009-10-14T12:47:41.977-07:00Where do I start?No, really.Poor blog, Ive totally ignored you. No post for September, and I only realise mid October.So much since then.And I don't know where to begin.*makes lazy non-committal hand gesture*Tomorrow! or sometime.MMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17966887734311895236noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593568854243798662.post-45309284008930268192009-08-21T10:24:00.000-07:002009-08-21T12:22:04.826-07:00You know when you're really really happyThis is then.Pump It playsI sing with it.MMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17966887734311895236noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593568854243798662.post-89162188780834072432009-08-20T01:07:00.001-07:002009-08-20T11:27:59.781-07:00A Long, Scruffy Post About The NowOff the top of my head:I traveled by bus the other day. On the way back from college. *dances* And was thrilled to part with just a five rupee coin, instead of the usual forty bucks. And was very proud of self because Ive never been able to travel by bus in Bangalore.____________________________________________________________________I should perhaps stop here to tell you that Im now in Mumbai, MMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17966887734311895236noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593568854243798662.post-47633049441941364372009-08-20T01:03:00.000-07:002009-08-20T01:07:30.086-07:00More Old-New Posts...that I started, didnt finish, but now have, and have published under the date I first started writing them.HampiNorth EastMMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17966887734311895236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593568854243798662.post-92132437603488291622009-08-17T11:11:00.000-07:002009-08-17T11:44:25.401-07:00A Note and a Quote*shudders at the rhymingness of it all*Note: I have an old post which I will publish under the date it was written. If you are jobless please go read it.Quote: Mum: "I know when MM's home when I see a pair of peeled off jeans on the floor."This is now apparently my trademark. I feel like Zorro.Also, is Google Reader supposed to annoy the hell out of you?MMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17966887734311895236noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593568854243798662.post-76809183081729555422009-07-31T09:44:00.001-07:002009-08-08T09:49:23.983-07:00Just so there is a post for JulyI have forgotten how to blog.MMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17966887734311895236noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593568854243798662.post-10703096536235126572009-06-09T10:19:00.000-07:002009-06-09T13:58:37.829-07:00Stop this TrainJohn Mayer. Nice, very nice. Rather apt, and stuck in my head.____________________________________________________________________More of a diary type post, this one.____________________________________________________________________There are so many things going on, I havent even had the time to speak to Bestest properly. And that feels so wrong. Like she said, "It feels like my life isn't MMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17966887734311895236noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593568854243798662.post-85815034800568514412009-06-03T09:53:00.000-07:002009-06-03T10:01:29.233-07:00The Things We Heard in Class, Noted down, Giggled Madly Over, and Almost got Thrown Out because of.<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; MMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17966887734311895236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593568854243798662.post-88406250251387137122009-05-07T11:10:00.000-07:002009-05-07T15:01:01.508-07:00I'm in love and I'm happyKiller title no?Before you get all excited and ready for some juicy gossip, let me just introduce you to him.This is Bolt.Isnt he just darling?What ok. Dont roll your eyes. I can be gimmicky on my own blog, if I want to.But draw your attention to his eyes, his large nose, his perfect tail. Isnt he just the cutest thing you ever saw? Isnt he just? Isnt he?Look, this is Bolt's puppy eyes look.This MMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17966887734311895236noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593568854243798662.post-79200368342381470432009-04-23T09:47:00.000-07:002009-04-23T14:09:58.669-07:00A pwomiss is a pwomissAnd now is when I blurt out nonsense! Wait for it!! Wait for it!____________________________________________________________________Why does that Vodaphone lady greet you with malicious laughter when she's about to tell you that the number you are trying to call is unavailable? "Hahaha the Vodaphone number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable hahaha." I mean why is that necessary, MMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17966887734311895236noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593568854243798662.post-54391759559854172152009-03-31T05:03:00.000-07:002009-04-01T06:31:59.646-07:00Just so there is a post for MarchIt's April first. And my blog is still dead.What the hell is wrong with me?College is over. And there was some sadness. A lot actually. But Im waiting for the next adventure... bring it on!There is much to blog about. (Malaysia was awesome.) And I will this month, since I have pretty much nothing else to do. Except plan my what's happening the rest of my life and stuff, and that... eh. *tsks andMMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17966887734311895236noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593568854243798662.post-38305010656003193572009-02-28T09:33:00.000-08:002009-03-01T09:47:33.347-08:00Just so there is a post for FebruaryIt's March first. And the summer's begun.There's always an exact day when I realise that it's summer again. This time it was on Friday, 27th Feb, as Osh and I passed Nilgiris on Brigade Road. The smell of mangoes wafted gently up my nostrils, even as I was elbowed in the stomach by a portly man on a cell phone. And it was then that I knew.I cant do anything when it's this hot. It always takes MMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17966887734311895236noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593568854243798662.post-70138221315842558352009-01-28T09:01:00.000-08:002009-01-28T09:28:56.604-08:00WHAT the HellNo seriously. What. Who does this bloody Arindam Chaudhuri THINK he is?He wrote this article on Slumdog Millionaire. Click link and open in new tab.Don't see "Slumdog Millionaire". It sucks!By Arindam ChaudhuriI saw it on Monday, at the bottom of a full page ad for IIPM. Very relevant no, to IIPM, this article? And I was too appalled to read it. It also appeared as the editorial in one of our MMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17966887734311895236noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2593568854243798662.post-38309606056989007082009-01-23T07:27:00.000-08:002009-01-23T09:27:49.182-08:00Slumdog Millionaire, Auto Raja Post and Psych FestLittle obsession is happening with Slumdog Millionaire. Ever since I watched it. (I most certainly didnt watch it at Bestest's two weeks ago because GreatSenseofDirection Dude had it on his removable hard drive. That would be illegal.)I reallyreallyreallyreally loved the movie. And Dev Patel. *Sigh* It's all in the eyebrows.Dev? Are you listening? I know you're 17 and all. But still. Call MMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17966887734311895236noreply@blogger.com5