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3 months ago
Aug 20, 2008
Aug 19, 2008
What do you do when…..
…….you see a bottle full of water lying unattended at your pantry?
Facts of the case:
- The pantry lies halfway from your work station and the rest rooms.
- It is usually a practice for people to fill their ‘personal’ bottles up, leave it on the big table to proceed to answer the nature’s call.
Now, I am sure that you know different people drink water from their bottles in different ways. There are people who crane their necks and drink water from a distance of over 12 inches. They probably are the pure-brahmins (some ancestors of my clan) who feel the ion-to-ion or molecule-to-molecule contact should not be made. There are also people who almost lick off the brim of the bottles. I am not here to pass judgments on people by the way they drink from their bottles.
For hygiene sake, I believe that for a group of people to drink from the same bottle, the saliva-touching drinking from the bottle (with most of its neck inside one’s mouth) is not okay.
And, this is what happened to me sometime back – I fill the bottle up and as is customary (!!!), proceed to the ladies’ room to answer the important call. I come back and find my bottle at the same damn place where I’d left it, but only half full. The person must’ve graphically plotted where my bottle lay before, before drinking from it and replacing it.
What I ask here is – how could that person conclude that this bottle is not taken? Or, how could he/she be sure that the ‘owner’ did not immerse the rim of the bottle in his/her mouth for drinking from it? Yuck! Would you drink from a bottle, when the water source (lazy bugger!) is just 3 feet away from you? I swore and almost ruined the person’s lineage in my mind, before condemning the bottle to a dustbin. Eeeks….I shudder to imagine how that ‘offender’ must have consumed water from my bottle!
Why such fuss? You may ask. I am freaky possessive about my belongings. That was MY water bottle. I won’t use yours; you please do NOT touch mine.
Strangely, I do not mind sharing food, eating with the same spoon in a group, so long as the food is not gooey, in that case, I am not interested in eating it at all, or I really nicely bond in the group (beshtu friends?!!).
Facts of the case:
- The pantry lies halfway from your work station and the rest rooms.
- It is usually a practice for people to fill their ‘personal’ bottles up, leave it on the big table to proceed to answer the nature’s call.
Now, I am sure that you know different people drink water from their bottles in different ways. There are people who crane their necks and drink water from a distance of over 12 inches. They probably are the pure-brahmins (some ancestors of my clan) who feel the ion-to-ion or molecule-to-molecule contact should not be made. There are also people who almost lick off the brim of the bottles. I am not here to pass judgments on people by the way they drink from their bottles.
For hygiene sake, I believe that for a group of people to drink from the same bottle, the saliva-touching drinking from the bottle (with most of its neck inside one’s mouth) is not okay.
And, this is what happened to me sometime back – I fill the bottle up and as is customary (!!!), proceed to the ladies’ room to answer the important call. I come back and find my bottle at the same damn place where I’d left it, but only half full. The person must’ve graphically plotted where my bottle lay before, before drinking from it and replacing it.
What I ask here is – how could that person conclude that this bottle is not taken? Or, how could he/she be sure that the ‘owner’ did not immerse the rim of the bottle in his/her mouth for drinking from it? Yuck! Would you drink from a bottle, when the water source (lazy bugger!) is just 3 feet away from you? I swore and almost ruined the person’s lineage in my mind, before condemning the bottle to a dustbin. Eeeks….I shudder to imagine how that ‘offender’ must have consumed water from my bottle!
Why such fuss? You may ask. I am freaky possessive about my belongings. That was MY water bottle. I won’t use yours; you please do NOT touch mine.
Strangely, I do not mind sharing food, eating with the same spoon in a group, so long as the food is not gooey, in that case, I am not interested in eating it at all, or I really nicely bond in the group (beshtu friends?!!).
Ah! Now I’ve stopped yawning.
Stop yawning
What do you do to stop yawning?
Agreed, it could be purely the play of oxygen and carbon-dioxide inside you that is causing so much of it…but if it happens once an hour, maybe, it is fine. Now, I would like you to picture one lady (me) at the computer yawning every 2 minutes. I am just not able to stop yawning.
I have finished whatever I had to do, for the day. I have read those blogs that I usually read…most of the bloggers apparently have something else to keep themselves occupied and hence have not updated their spaces. I tried hitting the ‘Next blog’ button on Blogger, but it takes me to all those random blogs, in so very many different languages. I finally am bored of all things – I am yawning and I am not able to stop.
Agreed, it could be purely the play of oxygen and carbon-dioxide inside you that is causing so much of it…but if it happens once an hour, maybe, it is fine. Now, I would like you to picture one lady (me) at the computer yawning every 2 minutes. I am just not able to stop yawning.
I have finished whatever I had to do, for the day. I have read those blogs that I usually read…most of the bloggers apparently have something else to keep themselves occupied and hence have not updated their spaces. I tried hitting the ‘Next blog’ button on Blogger, but it takes me to all those random blogs, in so very many different languages. I finally am bored of all things – I am yawning and I am not able to stop.
The only way I thought I could help myself is ask my readers (kitne aadmi hain? One, two?), how to.
Aug 7, 2008
‘Cinderella Man’ and related woes
My husband and I watch a lot of movies. That is probably our important time together during the day.
On a normal day, Sri comes home at least two hours after I do. By the time, I am done with the dinner prep, some times, if I am badly hungry, I am also done with it. On weekdays, my parents-in-law have their regular TV shows running up until 10 to 10.15 in the night. Even if I am part of at least 2 to 3 of their weekly regulars, nothing interests me as much as spending time with Sri, does (obviously?).
So, it is after 10.15 that we usually explore the movies that are being played. Parents retire to bed; Aditi is off to sleep at 9.30 most days. So, we know we have the time totally to ourselves. After we installed Tata Sky at home, we’ve had the option of viewing what movies are playing at a particular time and a brief about them, which adds to our interest in viewing them. The movies that start late end at say, 12.30 or 1.00 in the night. So we end up hitting the bed at 12.30 or 1.00 or 1.30 almost all days.
Now you know what I am getting at?
Almost everyday, we get up only at around 7.30 or 8.00 in the mornings as we both sincerely believe that an average person needs a 7-7½ hour sleep. My daughter wakes up at about 7.15. So, keeping her occupied for another 15 minutes is not a problem. She is just so happy to see us both around when she gets up. And, I feel guilty (badly), when I walk in to the kitchen and see that most of my lunch and breakfast is done. My m-i-l asks me just one thing – what time was it yesterday? I look away – mumble something, and rush to finish my morning duties! Both of us are late for the office – everyday.
Fully knowing what we are doing wrong, Sri & I decided only yesterday that we will stop watching movies – no matter how tempting they are, rent DVDs in case we are desperate about the movie and cannot wait till they play it next time. We also decided for the nth time that we will try and get up at 6.30 in the morning today. We talked about it at 10.00 in the night. We hadn’t finished our dinner yet – so we sat down to eat. We happened to browse through the movies – and voila – Cinderella Man. Sri said “you have to watch this movie, awesome flick”. “Really?” I asked. We forgot about what we spoke just minutes back.
What a movie?!!!!! Loved the cast, drama, action, all of it. Yeah, I am watching it for the first time. We hit the sack at 1.20 in the ‘morning’. There begins the woes part of the post. Aditi is not comfortable for some reason. I am now guessing that she was hungry. She asked for water. Sri was fast asleep already. I asked him to fetch water – he probably swore something – I didn’t get it, but got the water. Usually, she drifts off to sleep when she drinks water…..but then, yesterday she didn’t. She started tossing and turning and then finally she asked for her grandma, then grandpa. It was 2.45 in the morning. I led her to their bedroom and knocked and said she wanted to be with them. Few seconds later, she was with me on my way back to our room. I gave her a biscuit (her favorite – you can literally blackmail her into things offering that), but she wouldn’t eat.
We must’ve drifted off in another 20-25 minutes. I woke up at 8.15 this morning. What a pathetic state of things!
I hate it when I don’t get 7 hours of sleep…….
On a normal day, Sri comes home at least two hours after I do. By the time, I am done with the dinner prep, some times, if I am badly hungry, I am also done with it. On weekdays, my parents-in-law have their regular TV shows running up until 10 to 10.15 in the night. Even if I am part of at least 2 to 3 of their weekly regulars, nothing interests me as much as spending time with Sri, does (obviously?).
So, it is after 10.15 that we usually explore the movies that are being played. Parents retire to bed; Aditi is off to sleep at 9.30 most days. So, we know we have the time totally to ourselves. After we installed Tata Sky at home, we’ve had the option of viewing what movies are playing at a particular time and a brief about them, which adds to our interest in viewing them. The movies that start late end at say, 12.30 or 1.00 in the night. So we end up hitting the bed at 12.30 or 1.00 or 1.30 almost all days.
Now you know what I am getting at?
Almost everyday, we get up only at around 7.30 or 8.00 in the mornings as we both sincerely believe that an average person needs a 7-7½ hour sleep. My daughter wakes up at about 7.15. So, keeping her occupied for another 15 minutes is not a problem. She is just so happy to see us both around when she gets up. And, I feel guilty (badly), when I walk in to the kitchen and see that most of my lunch and breakfast is done. My m-i-l asks me just one thing – what time was it yesterday? I look away – mumble something, and rush to finish my morning duties! Both of us are late for the office – everyday.
Fully knowing what we are doing wrong, Sri & I decided only yesterday that we will stop watching movies – no matter how tempting they are, rent DVDs in case we are desperate about the movie and cannot wait till they play it next time. We also decided for the nth time that we will try and get up at 6.30 in the morning today. We talked about it at 10.00 in the night. We hadn’t finished our dinner yet – so we sat down to eat. We happened to browse through the movies – and voila – Cinderella Man. Sri said “you have to watch this movie, awesome flick”. “Really?” I asked. We forgot about what we spoke just minutes back.
What a movie?!!!!! Loved the cast, drama, action, all of it. Yeah, I am watching it for the first time. We hit the sack at 1.20 in the ‘morning’. There begins the woes part of the post. Aditi is not comfortable for some reason. I am now guessing that she was hungry. She asked for water. Sri was fast asleep already. I asked him to fetch water – he probably swore something – I didn’t get it, but got the water. Usually, she drifts off to sleep when she drinks water…..but then, yesterday she didn’t. She started tossing and turning and then finally she asked for her grandma, then grandpa. It was 2.45 in the morning. I led her to their bedroom and knocked and said she wanted to be with them. Few seconds later, she was with me on my way back to our room. I gave her a biscuit (her favorite – you can literally blackmail her into things offering that), but she wouldn’t eat.
We must’ve drifted off in another 20-25 minutes. I woke up at 8.15 this morning. What a pathetic state of things!
I hate it when I don’t get 7 hours of sleep…….
Aug 6, 2008
Indian Born…..
I read this article on Rediff:
http://specials.rediff.com/money/2008/aug/06slide1.htm
All of us in India, more so the media seem to think very highly of all those – Indian born, once –Indian, of Indian origin – people.
http://specials.rediff.com/money/2008/aug/06slide1.htm
All of us in India, more so the media seem to think very highly of all those – Indian born, once –Indian, of Indian origin – people.
The most ridiculous was England Captain Nasser Hussain - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nasser_Hussain - an Indian-born becomes English captain. Great feat, that.
I mean, agreed, they all glorify the average intelligence levels of average Indians, put or launch India on the global map. Yes, but isn’t this a shame? To identify everything remotely associated with India in a person, and say, this is what India is.
It is more pathetic, when the person concerned did what he/she did, without any support whatsoever from India in any form.
Who were those ladies who went to space? Indian connection found everywhere.
Be proud of India- mails – some x% of the scientists in NASA are Indians, this/these company/companies was/were started by Indians, blah, blah and more blah.
I would be proud, if some one even non-Indian did something here, than elsewhere. I am not bothered about the Indian connection in everything. I am a proud Indian.
I mean, agreed, they all glorify the average intelligence levels of average Indians, put or launch India on the global map. Yes, but isn’t this a shame? To identify everything remotely associated with India in a person, and say, this is what India is.
It is more pathetic, when the person concerned did what he/she did, without any support whatsoever from India in any form.
Who were those ladies who went to space? Indian connection found everywhere.
Be proud of India- mails – some x% of the scientists in NASA are Indians, this/these company/companies was/were started by Indians, blah, blah and more blah.
I would be proud, if some one even non-Indian did something here, than elsewhere. I am not bothered about the Indian connection in everything. I am a proud Indian.
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