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Hi Peeps, First time blog writer (blogger) – long time blog reader. Anyway, without further ado here’s my first blog – might not mean much to people I don’t know but the one’s who do know me will know exactly what I’m talking about…..

 

Accept you are perfect. The work you do is flawless. You just cannot make any mistakes. Even if you are have consumed two bottles of vodka on an empty stomach and have smoked a whole stack of weed, all on the same night, the code you write in that state of mind (assuming you are still conscious and alive), can only be imitated by God. Bugs exist only in your competitor’s code. If anyone points out any bugs in your code, blame your co-worker for his outrageous application of logic but immediately cover his ass by blaming his incompetence on the personal problems he is facing (If he is married, his wife could be dying or he could be going through a rough patch in his married life. If he is single, then damn, you have limited choices), of which one should never speak about, especially to him or in front of him, as he had confided in you and only you and you cannot break his trust. Also you do not believe in gossiping about some colleague's personal life. This is important as he has to be ready to take the next blow. In case, you do not have a co-worker, then put the blame on any other person from another department for giving you excess work. But your words should be such that the "bug-pointer" should feel humiliated and disgusted, all because of the person from that other department, whom he respected a lot to this day, till he committed the selfish act of prioritising his own work over the bug-pointer's. If you continue this for a while, then you would soon be successful in making the "bug-pointer" and the "guy-from-the-other-department" sworn enemies. It becomes interesting if both of them are close buddies. Husband and wives should never work in the same office but different departments. Only have sexual relationships with the people from other departments.

Remember always, you are God!

Posted: 25/06/2009 12:23:02 PM by Pratibha Sharma | with 0 comments

OK, a bit about me…..Or just something to write while I get off cold medication (and no, its not swine flu). Saw this on a couple of blogs so thought why not put it up myself.

1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?

Wow my nose is so red!

2. How much cash do you have in your wallet right now?

$27

3.What’s a word that rhymes with DOOR?

Sore

4.Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?

Nids

5. What is your favorite ring tone on your phone?

If I were a Rich Girl- Gwen Stefani

6. What are you wearing right now?

Pink jamies with blue and white stars and a pink tee-shirt with a sheep on it.

7. Do you label yourself?

Yes- quirky and boho.

8. Name the brand of the shoes you’re currently own?

Adidas, Puma and a whole bunch of Kolhapuri's in many colors.

9.Bright or Dark Room?

Dark all the way.

10. What does your watch look like?

Big round dial and a electric blue strap.

11. What were you doing at midnight last night?

Playing Scrabble with the family.

12. What did your last text message you received on your cell say?

Its from Dits...asking me to call her if I want her to get me some dessert.

13. What’s a word that you say a lot?

Boy.

14. Who told you he/she loved you last?(please exclude spouse , family, children)

Neel

15. Last furry thing you touched?

Cant say….My soft toy doggie- Puddle. The last furry alive thing I touched was this Pug I petted a few days ago at a restaurant.

16. Favorite age you have been so far?

Current

17. What was the last thing you said to someone?

This show sucks.

18.The last song you listened to?

Eminem

19. Where did you live in 1987?

Bombay….rather Mumbai

20. Are you jealous of anyone?

Yes!

21. Is anyone jealous of you?

Probably. Not that I know of!

22. Name three things that you have on you at all times?

My sense of humor, my phone, money and iPod.

23. What’s your favorite town/city?

Boy its Bombay all the way

25. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper and mailed it?

To Martina- my Italian pen friend.

26. Your first love/big crush: what is the last thing you heard about him/her?

He’s Married!

27. Does anything hurt on your body right now?

Oh Boy yes- my throat and ribs!

28. What is your current desktop picture?

Pics of **** and me from our last Indian vacation.

29. Have you been burnt by love?

Yes, I was..and its strange coz I always push people away before they can hurt me.

I'm off now...time to go curl up in bed with a book.

Posted: 25/06/2009 12:20:30 PM by Pratibha Sharma | with 0 comments

Finally, I get to blog – been dying to do this. Blogging to me is like writing an online diary – remember the days when we used to write our diaries, detailing what happened to us on that particular day, or this is what I felt like today etc. etc.

Well, that’s what my blogs are going to be from now on. An inside look at me and my life for all out there. It’s a good form of release for me while I do my studies here in the land downunder, far far away from my hometown in Punjab.

This one is a short one – more soon (ish)

My room smells of lavender.

My closet is in a bit of a mess.

My closest relationships aren't faring too well either.

My shoe size is 6.

My hair is a little bit messed up.

My skin is oily.

My hair is dry.

My mind is always cluttered.

My bedside drawer is too.

My nails are purple.

My glasses are blue.

My moods swing.

My favorite pair of shoes doesn’t fit.

My lists always make sense.

My life sometimes doesn't.

Think this should give you an idea of the kind of person I am (maybe not). If not, maybe my blogs following this one will.

Posted: 18/09/2008 7:26:20 PM by Upasana Chadha | with 0 comments

"Excuse me, do you speak English? ", a random South Asian stranger asked me while I was waiting on the corner of Exhibition and Lonsdale Streets in Melbourne. I couldn't tell if he was Indian or Pakistani, but he definitely was a Muslim.

Now, whenever I hear those words, my metal GPS springs into action. There's nothing more embarrassing than not being able to tell someone the general direction of a street or station. It's a prestige issue for me. I like to think I am a stud at directions. (W will tell you otherwise. Don't listen to him.)

Anyhow, in that split second I knew that this wasn't going to be a conversation about directions. The thing is, I had ten minutes to kill. I was a little early for an appointment, and I was ambling about anyway. So he asks me, "Why don't people live with their families here in Melbourne"? Somehow the conversation suddenly morphed into one in Hindi.

I was quick to judge him. I thought he was going to tell me that the Aussies don't care about their parents, and everyone here believes in deserting their parents. I was steeling myself for that bit. Except he said, "There are so many people from all over the world here, I suppose they cannot always bring their entire families with them". And he just looked so sad.

So I told him well, it makes more sense, given how small some apartments are, or how people really prefer to be in their own space. He nodded. He said "My brother got married recently, and he wants me to move in with him. My life maybe easier, but I don't want to disturb them. He doesn't understand that. But it will be easier, I can't even make tea."

Now that annoyed me. I tell him that making tea is a relatively simple process that can be mastered in about five minutes. He says he works for twelve hours, so he doesn't have the time. I tell him half the world works for twelve hours, they manage to make their tea and their dinner. He asks me what I should do. He also tells me about the rest of his family. But my ten minutes of free-time were almost up. I tell him, "Talk to your brother. "He tells me I am right. Says his Salaam, wishes me and my family well, thanks me for talking to him like his sister, and walks away.

Later on the phone with R, I ask her why random strangers tend to feel so free to come and talk to me. She gives me a very unflattering explanation.

Alright people this was just a quick random blog from me – hopefully with a few more to follow.

Posted: 19/08/2008 10:17:11 AM by Nayyar | with 0 comments

Last Wednesday I woke up late and happy. I decided to avoid the sardine train service and took the bus to work. So ipod in ears, taking in the views of peak hour Melbourne, I am enjoying the bus ride snaking its way to the City. All is well with the world as I know it.

Quarter way into the journey, amidst a gaggle of eager beaver office goers, a well dressed man with a black rucksack gets on the bus. He stands in the area reserved for wheelchairs and pushchairs as needed. He takes a sign out of his bag and hangs it around his neck. It’s bold lettering clashes against the small check of his shirt and proclaims: REPENT YOUR SINS! REDEEM YOURSELF IN THE EYES OF THE LORD!

And then he starts on a sermon about how we must all become Christian, go to church, repent our sins, find peace. About how we could all die this very minute, or by the time this bus reaches the next stop, or maybe tomorrow and would go straight to hell if we hadn’t found our path by then. I have to say I could only make out snatches of what he said over the music from my ipod but it was engaging to watch most of the passengers pay attention and listen with interest. Bus folk are so unlike train folk. For train folk acknowledging that anyone else exists is taboo. I suspect the winter air has gone to the heads of the Bus folk.

Then I pressed pause on the ipod to scroll through the playlist looking for some inspiration and I heard this:

Preacher man extolling the virtues of repenting our sins: This morning how do you think you woke up? You only woke up because God himself made you wake up. Did you hear me? It’s God that made you wake up.

Very white collar worker with mid-row view: No way MY-TE (that’s mate to you and me), it was my alarm clock!

Round of laughter and applause. Almost everyone got off at Melbourne Central.

 

I love blogging. This is my first of many more blog posts to come

Posted: 19/08/2008 10:13:13 AM by Suraiya | with 0 comments
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