Number Game

• One for, my lonely heart.
• Two for, me and a lovely girl.
• Three for, me, she and a budding relationship.
• Four for, me, she, our union, and a blooming romance.
• Five for, me, she, our two hearts, and beginning of true love.
• Six for, definitely not anything that rhymes with the number.
• Seven for, me, she, the guy next door, his charm, my insecurity, her confused state, and the turn of events.
• Eight for, the guy next door and her 7-year itch.
• Nine for, just he, she, a bead of shed tear and 6 pieces of my broken heart.
• Ten for, so many number of my failed attempts.
• Eleven for, 10 failed attempts and a new beginning.
• Twelve for, back to number (square) 1.

Disclaimer: All characters in the above lines are completely fabricated by the author and they bear not even the slightest of resemblance to anyone or anything living or dead. Any such existence of a “SHE” or a “ME” or a “GUY Next door” in real life is purely a coincidence.

Word Game

It’s surprising how
LonesoME has M E,
SeclUded has U,
But a relationship is missing U S.

It’s surprising how
SinglE Man has M E,
Unattached has U,
But romance is bereft of U S.

It’s surprising how
UnMarriEd has U and M E,
But a marriage is devoid of U S.

Love to me is more like a word game.
If only I could play it right,
U would be in my soUl,
I would be in your lIfe,
And W E would be in WondErland.

Note : My sincere apologies for never having taken the effort to respond to any of the comments to my recent posts. While I would love to get back into blogging the way I used to earlier (used to be a whopping 1 post a day), I somehow seem to have lost the drive for it now. The above lines were just for me to reassure myself that I could still write when I want to (But I should agree that it popped out after 4 hours of staring at a blank paper)

If love was…

”If love was shelter, I would walk in the rain”
The above line which I saw as someone’s status message in yahoo inspired the below lines. The thoughts expressed, though, are in total contrast to the source of inspiration.

If love was a deluge, I would want to get drenched.
If love was tsunami, I would want to get washed away.
If love was a whirlpool, I would want to get sucked in.
If love was Katrina, I would want to be swept away.
If love was an inferno, I would want to get burnt.
If love was a quake, I would want to get jolted.
If love was an accident, I would want to die.
And if love is reality, I would want to live.

Despite the form it takes, the feeling rocks.
But for now, love is just a history book,
that I really don’t want to read.

Can I borrow an hour?

6.00 AM
7.00 AM
8.00 AM
9.00 AM
10.00 AM
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.
.
10.00 PM
11.00 PM
Midnight

Ever since I talked about a new role, that’s just how my everyday clock has been ticking. And now, am going to be officially away from town for another week, and I don’t expect myself to be taking the time off to update my blog :o((((

From hardly working to working hard… Damn ! I never knew there was a sea of change :o((((

P.S. Maybe am exaggerating. Am just a lil held up at work though :o)

If only men can…

Overheard this conversation while waiting for the elevator:

Guy: Hi, good morning, how are u doing?
Babe: Am fine thanks and you?
Guy: ** Extends his hand as if to shake hands with her **
Babe: ** Surprised and extends her hand too **
Guy: Today is my Birthday
Babe: Oh Many more happy returns of the day.

Remember she is a babe? And so most of our eyes (how shameless) were on her and so all our ears (close to 10 pairs) were glued onto this interesting conversation.

Guy: So when are you going to give me a treat?
Babe: Oh yeah. Am kind of busy today. Will let you know.

And she was only glad the elevator came down finally. They parted ways.

Overheard inside the elevator:

Babe: What’s wrong with him?
Her friend: Ha ha! I think he has something for you.
Babe: It’s his birthday and he is asking me for a treat.
Her friend: How shameless.

Well I only wished I were working in one of the top floors. I had to get down while they were still talking.

Well, maybe his intentions were genuine. But the ploy only turned out to be tactless. Hmm if only men can read the mind of a woman…

P.S.
After 4 long years, I have finally moved onto take over a different role at work. Know what that means?

New team.
More responsibilities.
Lots to do.
Less time.
New boss.
And the worst…
No more laptop.

Which means less time and limited resources to keep posting as often as I used to do :o((((

Back from a different nation

I was on vacation.
I had gone to a different nation.

A nation where blog is an unknown concept.
A nation where the mind goes blank.
A nation where there is no inspiration.
A nation where motivation levels are low.
A nation where time moves at a slow pace.
A nation where friends cease to exist.
A nation where sleep is the order of the day.

Today, am back.
Back from my hiberNATION.

it’S MY TAg

This iS MY TAg. You can read the rules of the game here.

“Love is not what you search for and find; It is what you stumble upon and feel”

That’s why it can blossom between two differing personalities, thrive under the worst of conditions, and even stand the test of time. Expectations invariably lead to disappointment, even if the outcome falls short by an inch. But dreams tell a different tale altogether. Either it comes true or one wakes up to reality. And so I keep dreaming about that one special woman in my life. While all my dreams have been splattered across this page in the form of poems, here’s an attempt at consolidating them (in no particular order and not encompassing all).

1. I dream about dancing together in pouring rain, walking hand in hand in freezing cold, or driving together during odd hours of the night. The one in my dream, is as cranky, and fun loving and adventurous as I am.
2. I dream about fighting. Not the brutal physical combats. But the chinna chinna verbal sandais for just about everything I opine. The one in my dreams has her own set of ideals, interests and opinions. She does not give in to my arguments. She would concede only to a little romance and a lot of love.
3. I dream about laying my head on her lap, and sleeping like a baby listening to the lullabies she sings. The one in my dreams sings, and she sings for me. On odd days, when I take the lead, she pretends not to hate it.
4. I dream about coming back home wanting my own space, or needing a shoulder to cry on. With no words spoken, I get my solitude or the shoulder. The one in my dreams is sensitive and understands me from just the look in my eyes.
5. I dream about laughing together, pulling each other’s legs, and playing cranks on each other. End of it, there is no hard feelings, just pure unadulterated fun. The one in my dreams is funny and humorous and knows how to turn serious moments light.
6. I dream about being surprised at seeing the entire home candle lit before dinner, about dancing together to the tunes of dreamy numbers, and about being cuddled in the sofa all night not watching the movie running on TV. The one in my dreams is cupid and an awesome romantic.
7. I dream about a Somu who is plump, chubby and a lot healthier than he is today. After all, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. The one in my dreams is a wonderful cook who knows how to make my mouth water (don’t’ mistake it for jollu). I promise that I would do my due on weekends.
8. I keep dreaming about a charming and good looking young woman with eyes beaming with peace, a heart brimming with patience and an attitude that totally lacks arrogance. In short, the one in my dreams is a total contrast to what I am today. We complement each other.

Limsa kannu, nee inga varum bothu unakkku irukku ma veyttu. I spent 4 hrs of my vacation writing this.

P.S. When the dream bubble bursts and reality is staring straight into my eyes, I would still be around to write about it.

Today is my last day at work

“Today is my last day at work”, I went around extending my hand and telling everyone at work. In these 7 years of professional engagement with my current organization, I have never once been prompted to take this decision. In me, the feeling was mixed. But in others, I was surprised to see no emotion.

“Today is my last day at work”, I was telling my friend at work. “Oh yeah! Take care machi”, is all that he had to say. Does he really understand that am going to be away. After years of association, do we just end up becoming colleagues? Nothing more?

“Today is my last day at work”, I said to a colleague. “Good Somu, am happy for you”, she said. I even told this to the highest authority in my business unit and all he said was, “Why are you even telling me this?”

Have I not built relationships here for friends to miss my presence? Have I not contributed professionally to the cause of the organization for my management to feel the void? Maybe they realize I would be back in 20 days. After all, today is my last day at work before I go on vacation.

P.S. Booking tickets for Bangalore for this coming weekend and already made arrangements for the Bryan Adams show ;o)

Thinking on one’s feet

Running customers through our entire range of support tools is something I am designated to do. In one such demo exercise with a bunch of customers yesterday, I was encountering problems in navigating from one link to the other.

Not wanting to tell them that it is to do with backend issue, I just mentioned, “Sirs, am on wireless and the signal strength seems to be very poor”.

Convinced, the customers started walking out when one of my customer-friendly associates said, “Somu, I have a PC wired on the LAN. You can show it from there.” Little did he know that the problem was to do with backend and not my wireless LAN.

After 15 mins of embarrassment, I had to tell them what I wanted to avoid all along. “Sorry sirs. It is unfortunate that we are having back end issues now. I would love to walk across to the conference room sometime and show you the demo”.

Trust me. If you have been thinking “THINKING ON ONE’S FEET” is an individual trait, you are wrong. You might need others to shut their dim-witted mouths up for you to be successful in it.

With Mr.Me and Myself

It all started with having to drop my sister off at the MGM resorts yesterday. And on my way back at Mayajaal, I thought I would book tickets in advance for the evening. Having no concrete plans for the day and with everyone else being busy with their own work, I decided to chart out my own plan for the day.

Without delay, booked tickets for Aathi and watched it all by myself. End of it all, I was so happy, for, I did things I have never before done in life.

1. Watched a movie in the theatre all by myself.
2. Broke the mental block of having to drive through the ECR (This is primarily because of a nasty experience that I have had in ECR that costed a drunk by passer his life)
3. Crossed the 100 kM/Hr barrier (it sure is fun to see those vehicles disappear behind you)

Rest of the day saw me sleeping, window-shopping, and paying a visit to the good old Besi beach. In short, a wonderful day spent in the solitude of the best company I have ever had.

P.S. After Aathi, I would like to declare that am officially out of the Vijay fan club.