I know I have not made any real posts for sometime. I also know there have been no complaints about it and no naarebaazi, jatha nikaalna asking about my health and whereabouts. All three of my readers have happily surfed themselves away from d_grailed. But seriously I have nothing to write and no inspiration either. The likes of Shakespeare would call it a writer’s block, other serious bloggers may call it good riddance, I call it I-will-do-this-tomorrow. I wanted to write a spell binding entry-hilarious enough to bring tears into your eyes or sentimental enough to bring tears into your eyes (see how smartly I avoided tears of frustration).
You know I can say I have been super busy, MBA and all that. But that is partly true. I have been busy thinking up statements like:
It’s our responsibility to quickly leverage other’s mission-critical sources so that we may endeavor to synergistically disseminate competitive technology to set us apart from the competition.
It’s this kind of tough work of sentence making with words I don’t comprehend that will one day help me earn my millions. This is what they call value addition. People around me are value adding like no tomorrow, solving case after case, going for certification after certification. (Oh yeah the grapes are sour, what else!) I am trying but really I do not think any HR is going to glance beyond that 6 point GPA.
Also my new resolution was to be healthy. Now the half egg biryani served its pupose in Cochin. I weighed like a pre-pubescent schoolgirl and for the first time in my life I jumped around in low-rise jeans. Then I came to NITIE. And after four years of Ethopia I saw food. People complain about the mess food but believe me after 4 years of skull-cracking idlis I was ready for anything. There are 3 types of people in the world
- cribbers ( Oh my gawd, I cant eat that)
- whatever( theekh hai…khana hi to hai)
- black holes ( potential to consume cribbers and whatvers)
I belong to category 3. So gloriously I feasted till my zipper sighed and gave away one afternoon. I peeked into the mirror. It seemed ok( my reflection that is). Ok my cheeks had puffed up a little. That was the chocolate last night. I rambled to the cupboard and took out trousers pair no 2. It never reached the waist. A small alarm bell went off some where. But the third pair groaned and buttoned itself so off I went. Ek aur gulab jamun please.
This new year I was faced with the following options
- Go around looking like I tried wearing my 6 year old niece’s t-shirt
- Massive wardrobe switch to salwar kameezes, with their it-can-stretch-as-you-get-fatter naadas.
- Diet control.
I saw myself no less than the blonde bombshell from “flab to fab in 7 days”.
1 Day later : 1 round of jogging .Huff-puff. Ok 1 round is enough, am just building my stamina.
1 Week later: 1 round of jogging. Huff-puff. Ok 1 round is enough, am just building my stamina.
1 month later: 1 round of jogging. Huff-puff. Ok 1 round is enough, am just building my stamina.
Those salwars have started looking pretty good.
So basically that’s more or less what I have to say. Am totally out of ideas. Shilpa Shetty’s tears, or SEZ fears, nothing inspires me. I almost wish some one tags me.
So till I write next.
PS: 1. for all Mani Ratnam disclaimers it seems Guru’s script was available here. Never the less Chota AB scowled to my hearts content.
2. I had registered for Mumbai Marathon and my application was rejected due to the overwhelming response. Thank God. 7 kms? Are you kidding?