the "commoner's" logbook

Ah-men!

2011-12-08T21:00:00.000+09:00

Spiritual fucking is a term I have coined for desperate mortals who know that they have a bleak chance with women. They try to use terms like warm, caring friendship and sharing joys and sorrows to bond with a woman spiritually before they can get into her pants. They think that they will be able to give the woman a holy orgasm and tickle her senses! All they manage to do is tickle her funny bone. They are creeps of the lowest order. And their life value to intelligent and smart women is less than that of a cockroach. They are below mind fuckers!

The mind fuckers come in next. See, the mind fuckers manage to score a couple of points more than the spiritual fuckers. They don't discuss warm bonding but they incessantly try to portray how cool they are. Long drives and pubbing are their favourite hobbies. They look decent and may have even managed to lay a woman or two in their lives. That gives them so much confidence that they feel they can lay a Salma Hayek if allowed a date! They come with their "I am just looking for fun" tag line. And yet, in that one date, they want to talk about themselves - their cool friends, their cool bikes and cars, their love for pets, what turns them on in a woman, blah, blah, blah. Not once asking the woman how she can manage to keep her eyes open! So, at the end of all that mind fucking, 235 and a half yawns and ‘sad food never felt so yummy experience!’, the woman never wants to use the word fuck and him in the same sentence. Unless, the words come together with multiple exclamations and maybe, even the finger!

Then there are the semi cheapos or the one night stoods! The semi cheapos come out at as charming, sweet boys on the first date. They can make decent conversations, entertain women with their half decent half-baked histrionics and may even end up at her place. The sex is decent with some foreplay. The woman's satisfaction level is directly proportional to the number drinks she has downed. So if he has managed to get her drunk, he may get a four out ten in bed. The problem happens the next morning when the woman wakes up with a hangover and that toad next to her. Not surprisingly, she fails to have any decent conversation with him. With monosyllabic cordiality they split over a cup of coffee. He even promises to meet her again. But all he talks to her in the next few days over chat or text is sex. He lives with the hope that she will oblige. The woman realises that she prefers candles to him any day and promptly blocks him off her chat and sms. So that one night stand turns into a one night stood when he turns from Cinderella to a pumpkin.

Then there are the social schizos! They love to socialise, meet interesting people and make their life happening. They are pretty interesting themselves. Well mannered, good conversationalists and funny, they charm the women. The women after meeting the three low-lifes realize that maybe they can finally have a good time, which they do. The first date is a good one, where conversations flow along with the booze. The women feel relaxed and safer. They tend to let their guards down. The social schizo on the other hand also manages to have a good time. He doesn't put the woman to sleep and as a bonus, makes her laugh too. The conversation moves from the bar to the bedroom and eventually, he gets laid. He starts to enjoy the company! He even manages to hug the woman to sleep. But the schizo in him wakes up the next morning when he realises that he is having a good time and wanting some more is inversely proportional to his freedom. Suddenly, he feels claustrophobic and blames his social personality for making him have such a good time. The coffee conversation starts with I had a great time last night, moves to you are a wonderful lady and finally stops at I hope you are not looking for something serious in this. He decides to slap his schizo personality to rest for some time and continues with his acquittal conversation. The woman on the other hand is flabbergasted. She pretends to sit through all this with her I understand what you are saying smile but her eyes keep moving to the nearby kitchen knife. She cannot stab him but she hopes that the delusional talks end soon. All she can think is the great chemistry, which turned to better biology which at that moment was rapidly changing to Braille.

Satiation..??

2005-08-03T18:39:00.000+09:00

My last blog was on April 8th and its been 4 months and i am still suffering from a blogger's block..After reading some great blogs,its kinds reconfirmed that my blog would get a rating of 3.5/10..(What an optimist!!!)..Where the world changes in a minute,a 4 month break is like an era. Lots have changed in this period,some for the better and some...
I am finally done with my MBA and thankfully employed.Now I work in an ad agency and am getting paid for what I always wanted to do.Its some kinda miracle!Its really like a dream come true.The next best thing that happened to me is that finally I have a place of my own.I stay alone.Its a small room on the terrace.A penthouse,you see!(thats my snooty personality no 17 speaking)Its one hell of a place.Every night when I am back home,the terrace is the place where I unwind,listen to music,smoke and enjoy the silence (barring the few loud and long howls by the street dogs).From the distance I can se the Philips Tower,standing all bright and cheerful..Its awesome.
In these 4 months,I have met a lot of new people and lost a lot of old ones.Life is infact a continious metamorphosis and yeah,we human beings also moult.
Its been so far so good..I am free,independent and no longer claustrophobic..Looks like finally I have made it..life is now more like a dream and I am satiated..Satiated??..Naah..The next thing I wanna do is...(there I go on...!Gawd!)

Know me is know how...

2005-08-01T16:47:00.000+09:00

The "Know Me" Tag
The "Know Me" Tag

Three Names You Go By:
Amritarupa (but now its turned to amrita and rupa..aargh!)
Amrita( A shorter version of the former..but in maharashtra its Amruta and here in south india its amritha..)
Amu(Thts what my frens call me.)

Three screen names:
Gabbling Away..(Thts my orkut screen name now..for a person who can yap nonstop..its kinda ideal)
pipi ... (Thts my chat id that i had used years ago..those memories..(dreamy eyes))
binny_y2k..(this is from the y2k era..binny??..still dunno..)

Three Physical Things You Like About Yourself:(aha!!finally I can go on my narcissistic trip!!)
My Smile
My Nose
My -----

Three physical things I don't like about myself:(only 3!!! i could just go on & on..)
My HAIR
My GIRTH
My FEET ...

Four parts of my heritage:
Darjeeling ... born there ... and someday wanna go back n settle there forever..
Kolkata..my school..lotsa goood memories..
Pune..Where all the GROWIN up happened..literally..
Hyderabad..

Three things that scare me:
Losing the people I love..
My mind..
Uncertainity..

Three things I want in a relationship:
Love
Fun
Compatibility..

Three statements about you which are not all true or all false:
I am very rational..
I am overtly competitive..
I am a *BITCH*..

Three physical things about the opposite sex that appeals to me:
Smile..
Voice..
Strong arms..

Three things I want to do badly right now:As in Now??
Leave office and go to sleep..( I dont have too much work today..:-(...)
Meet someone..
Go to some hillstation for a couple of days...

Three places I want to go on a vacation:
Himachal Pradesh ... I think its heaven
Greece ... Where's the dough??.. Blue waters n small white houses..
Vienna...thanx to the movie - "before sunrise"

Three Kids names I like:
Agastya
Reva
Bozo

Three things to do before I die:
Have a bank balance of over a crore of rupees,hmm..dollar is better..
Go backpackin across Europe and South America
Be very very very happy..

Three essentials in my day to day:
Radio city..
my ciggs..
Money..

Three things I am wearing right now:
My fav black shirt
A UCOB perfume
A smile

My toony life..

2005-04-08T16:06:00.000+09:00

..and Amrita lived happily ever after......

2005-04-02T14:41:00.000+09:00

Will this be the fairy tale ending of my MBA story,when I look at my placement officer,she really makes me feel so..

Claustrophobia...

2005-03-23T16:30:00.000+09:00

Have you ever felt a sudden urge to be alone..all alone.Or move to a place where noone knows you.A feeling of walking into an apartment,where only you stay..only you.Dunno if you do,but nowdays I fell that way.Theres a sudden desire to be all by myself,live only for myself,hibernate till i wanna come out & meet the rest of the world.
I have been in a hostel for the major part of my life,shared my room with 2/3 room mates or my dorm with 42 others.Apart from the bed and the cupboard,nothin was my own. There wasn't a place where i could go and be all alone. Yeah,there were always the loos but with 50 other people using it,it wasnt the heaven that u always dream of.And no thought there can be stronger than the stench.
The few years I had been with my parents,at home,the room was mine but the space wasn't.My mother strongly believes that in a typical Indian family (which she thought we were,nbut now she begs to differ),there is nothing as private space. Everything is a family issue & can be worked out as just another dinner table solutions. In a year's time, I will be married to the man I have loved for a long time.The house would be "our" house. But the craving for solitude has not subsided.Told my mom and my would be husband,that i need 6 months..6 months all to myself..6 months in a place,where I would be a complete stranger.But they think its another bout of insanity. Looks like my wish for solitary confinement will never be granted!!

Standing in a crowd,
a creepy little doubt,
Fills up my mind,
in a desparate bid to find,
a place for myself,
a place of my own,
very far from that place,
where from childhood,
i have grown,
Will the search ever end?,
And the rules ever bend?..

A world of our own..

2005-03-14T17:20:00.000+09:00

When i had left Mumbai one n a half years back,I had dreamt big.Dreamt of sailing through the MBA course & landing up with a job that would assure me a fat pay packet.I had planned to settle down in bangalore itself & enjoy the slow paced life compared to the mad rush back home.That was my vision,mission and goal at that juncture in life.
The First realisation that dawned on me was how much I missed Mumbai. Though unlike my classmates it wasnt the first time i had left home (i have been in a hostel for the major part of my life) . Still I missed Mumbai & it was to such an extent that I had ended up comparing every street,every corner,every house to Mumbai and realised that Home is infact where the heart is .And my heart was'nt in bangalore!
I was told before joining the course that one doesnt make friends In MBA colleges.not when you aim to bag the best placements and projects & in the process become selfish..very selfish.I was even told before leaving that for the next 2 years,I would have to live in cocoon.It would only be I,me & myself,a true sign of a professional (all i can do when i think of this theory,is swear!)
Realisation II was that when u make good friends, you neither live in a cocoon nor believe in the I,me & myself theory. Here,we are a group of people who makes each other's lives in bangalore worth living!. For us, " we " matter more than 'me',more than projects,more than placements,et all.It's our own world,away from the incessant pressures of college,profs & our own career expectations.Where "we" look forward to the evenings in our den & over a cup of chai or kaapi , go through the day's happenings,gossip about who's doing what..who's seeing whom, & bitch about our "common enemies". Where i dread the weekends when some of us would go home and for the remaining (which is mostly me) it is empty corridors & lonely days. Where, birthdays mean a cake appearing out of no-where at midnight and loud out-of-tune "happy birthday to you..". And later,where you are stripped of all your savings in the name of a birthday treat. Where exams rock & are more like picnics with loads of food for the night-outs and inedible PJs cracked under stress.A world where you never feel lonely and depressed.
This post is an ode to Sarita,Anu,Ciby and Niti for making my life so much better here.Love you guys!

The class apart!

2005-03-07T17:05:00.000+09:00

My IV & final sem has finally started ..and today was my first class.Like every semester i have promised myslef to be a good student this time - listen in class, take down notes,complete assignments on time n yeah take those precious "photocopies" before the D day. As per the plan,for the first half n hour i did painfully try to pay attention n decipher every word spoken by my prof..But finally when i couldn't fake it any longer i gave up..After all its Finance!!. Decided to sit for the next two hours n do some soul-searchin(which incidentally is one of the 9 S's of stratgey..i wasnt completely off track you see). So i looked around and saw 50 odd faces n realised that why not analyse my own class!!i have always considered marketing to be my core specialisation. And in order to know marketin,I have to know abt human behaviour. And i had to start somewhere..right?

The Front benchers
This is the group that glorifies the name of any institution.They are the lecturer's best friends. Life for them is a strategy Always attentive and always eager to learn!.Armed with well-maintained notebooks n pens of various colours,they come to college with a mission.And why wouldn't they?..The headings are drawn in Red with wormy underlines in Green,the body written in Blue and the sub-headings are marked in pink..Signs of a really Colorful existence!.They are the dreams that parents have about ideal children when they plan for a baby..and then people like me are born..lol!They are found in class rooms,if they aren't in the library and in their study room at home if they are not found in both those places.They make all of us proud..!!!

The Middle Benchers
In my class,they belong to the brainy people who have managed to crack the CET with excellent scores and hence pay peanuts compared to us.They are truly,deeply and madly in love with finance and anything remotely related to it. Pride themselves when they are addressed as finance wizs.Most of them absorb every single word spoken by our finance profs,with their mouth wide open and their pens ferociously note down every pearl of wisdom. They hate marketing subjects, find consumer behaviour and marketing management boring (aargh!),criticise Kotler for wasting valuable text space by givin examples..and think that marketing students are basically freaks to spend their life "selling soaps"!!

The Last Benchers
Then they are people like us.The lords of the last benches.People who feel that inspite of the whopping amount that has been shelled out on our education - Life is fun!.For us studying on regular basis is a sign of impending lunacy.Where after a week of yawning and stretching , weekend is party time. People whose library card only contain the names of issued novels, who buy books a day before the exams and sell them a day after - and still make profits.
People who dont slog but manage to to pass the exams with flyin colors...In a nutshell,who dont need management education- coz they are born managers!!

how could you do this to me..!!!

2005-02-27T13:00:00.000+09:00

Thats how i begin my conversations with my dad these days..i do it every single time...how could he bring home a wheighing scale!!! and that too when i'm around!!...Had a minor cardiac arrest the other evening when i measured my weight(after months)..
Now I smell conspiracy....Have I been such a pest that my folks want to pack me off to bangalore? Or has realisation dawned on them that their daughter infact is not at all presentable..n needs to look more like a human...?? Whatever it is...it has made my nice little holiday at home a nightmare..! The green machine stays put...when my life is completely shaken..Now everytime i look at mom and dad,i sing my current anthem - "I'm nobody's child,nobody loves me..."...The result - zilch...The green monster is still at home...Gawd!!
Well today is dad's birthday..moms in the kitchen and i can smell the delicacies..Its one in the afternoon ...Lunch time..Moms laying the table and i expectantly walk towards it....Then i see the green monster and i realise that my appetite just passed away!!

Maladies of life...

2005-02-26T01:05:00.000+09:00

“A lot of things go unquestioned,
A lot of questions go unanswered,
A few words go unsaid,
A few go unheard,
Some dreams are buried,
Some dreams are born dead,
That’s life !!!”
Read this in a Short Message Service – but I know that it will live with me for the longest part of my life…..what a paradox!!!

life in a penitentiary... (part II)

2005-02-25T12:20:00.000+09:00

When I had reached the hostel gates,I realized that the information had been conveyed..(thanx to the modern communication channels)..The Gates were sealed..Apart from our regular gurkha , the sheepish looking admin officer were forming the human barriers to my entry .. back to hell..Mr.Sheep was on the phone , and by his horrified glances I could understand that it was the Iron lady on the other end.All that I could do standing in front of Mr.Sheep and our gurkha was to smile..I was surprised to realize that I wasn’t scared (what happened to the old amrita?)..Mr.Sheep told me that I could only walk in after personally speaking to our great jailor..which was fine with me, considering the full-proof plan that I had hatched..The plan was to tell her that I was in front of Rex no doubt,but I was there with my Dad..& hence there wasn’t any violation of the penitentiary rules..
My dad had unwillingly yielded to compassion..The consideration – half an hour of Global Gyaan..which finally ended (thank gawd!!) but with a question “were u outside Rex or outside a bar?”.. On being assured that I was infact outside Rex..did he finally agree…But unfortunately neither the Iron Lady nor Mr.Sheep was in the mood for a pardon...I had to plead guilty and wait for my sentence…I was sure that the sentence could range from solitary confinement (which is what I was goin through at the moment as my cell mate was finally acquitted and sent home) to execution…amidst the animated discussions that the jailor and Mr.Sheep were havin in kannada , i was busy wondering what sentence were they finalizing…After a long time… which felt like ages,they finally agreed..(or should I say..The Iron Lady decided and Mr.Sheep bleated)..and what was it??..500 bucks fine..!!!! …..500 bucks!! I had to shell out 5 crispy hundred rupee notes..and that’s how I bought my entry back into cell no 303!...
At night dressed in my XXL prison outfit I evaluated my opportunity costs…500 bucks meant so much..500 bucks could have been equal to 2 kurtas from “Khadder” …OR 10 Zinger Burgers from KFC… OR 6 ½ Pints of Beer.. OR 50 rented VCDs from the neighboring CD shop.. OR 350 Rs worth talktime on my next hutch recharge… OR 6 pirated books from the pavements of M.G Road… OR 17 packs of Gold Flake Kings !!!!(gawd..was I tired !)…..But then I looked around my cell..saw its walls with my favorite pics and my biiiig Pajero poster...saw my computer…my big soft toy…saw my bed with my new pillow and my warm blanket …And I realized that it was actually worth it…worth every rupee.. coz whether heaven or hell..I was in love with 303!!

life in a penitentiary... (part I)

2005-02-03T06:20:00.000+09:00

It was one of those evenings i was looking forward to..A perfect ending to a perfect day..When i stepped into the premises of Rex,I hadnt felt a thing..No black cat had crossed my path,I hadnt walked under a ladder or for that matter my left eye didnt twitch..It was blissful..The entire morning had been spent lazying around,watchin a movie,reading a book n not studying..The best part was the fact that i wasnt guilty..afterall, i had survived four of the toughest papers of this semester,had nearly 4 days to prepare for the next..so life was indeed beautiful..
But it had all started with the movie.."page 3 "!!!???!!!....All i remember in between yawns and sighs were ugly people acting as socialites,parties,flashbulbs,gay men,horny women,more parties,more flashbulbs...zzzzz....The best part of the entire movie was my caramel popcorn..
Disaster struck as soon as i walked out of the theatre..In the midst of deciding where to head for dinner..I turned back once..n i froze..Standing there right in front of me was my college vehicle..A big white sumo with my college name written all over it..(Talk of surrogate advertising!!!)..And it was then that my mind stopped working..I dashed back into the theatre in a desparate bid not to be spotted.. (afterall,alcatraz closed its gate at 9p.m and there i was staning in front of rex at 9.02!!!).But as luck would have had it,they did spot me..My lady jailor rolled down her window and told my happless friends to inform me that i was caught..And i knew that i was screwed..!! The sad faces of my parents loomed in front of my eyes..n I knew that i couldnt let them go through this again..(again..??..now thats another story..)..but gawd,what could i do?
Who says India isnt good at disaster management..My friends dished out solutions by the minute and all i could do, was stare at them with a blank look..
A friend of mine,lets call him A.. suggested that the best thing would be to return to the hostel..well thank god he did suggest that n i did listen.....
Well when my auto stopped in front of my hostel gates,i knew that i just wasnt in trouble..i was in deeeeep trouble!!!.... (to be continued..)

Sensitivity analysis

2005-01-31T23:13:00.000+09:00

2005....
Its been a long time since I have written something..anything at all..Looks like nowdays i suffer from a perpetual writer's block (writer..!!??)..Just wanted to give it a last try.The naming ceremony of this new blog took us 2 minutes in all..One n a half for me to list down 4/5 names and took my frens 30 seconds to choose one..."sensitivity analysis " which won by a huge majority of 2 : nil....Sensitivity analysis, also called the "what if analysis " perfectly describes my penchant to make my life so complicated that i have to sit back and think "what if " it hadnt happened or for that matter "what if " it had..gawd..!!Read somewhere "My toruble is that I analyse life instead of liev it!" how true..The new year had started with a bang..Had been to the worst party in town..paid a whopping (mind u,I am student!) 800 bucks only to be totally dissappointed..That was the grand beginning..It rightfully continued into an attendance fiasco at college,which if could describe in the best way would sound like "I had almost landed myself in deep shit!!"..Yeah after that i did have a breather,but before i could recover,had a bad bad fight with one of my closest friends ,which looks like has already done a pemanent damage to a good friendship..And all that in just 17 days and i have another 348 days to go!! GOD!!Hmmmm....2005 and whatta beginning! 2005.... 2+0+0+5 = 7...And I thought 7 was my lucky number!!

exam phobia..

2004-09-20T17:05:00.000+09:00

with 15 days to go for the exams..my state is something like this..

good morning...(yawn)!!

2004-08-29T22:42:00.000+09:00

finally i am out of hibernation..
its been over a months since i have posted..well there were three reasons for that..
one was blogspot itself..it had kicked me out on numerous occassions..well dunno what had happened but today (thank god)..i could sign back in and try posting..just tryin..well thats my 2nd reason..blogger's block..well knew that there was a term called writer's block..but if anyone reads my blogs,they know that i dont qualify for that at all..and the third reason was my college project which took me so long to complete...and now finally i have given it for binding..i can heave a sigh of relief..maybe the best way to unwind after all the slogging would be to get sloshed..so now me off to a party..till i can blog again..ciao...

a letter..

2004-08-06T05:31:00.000+09:00

Hi,
Thanx for the concept of a frienship week..it sounds a lot better,especially for a person like me who forgets "days",be it
birthdays,anniversarys,frienship day, the list goes on..
Well I am back to the life in bangalore..could say back to the
grind!!I know after 2 long months its gonna take a lot of time
before i finally settle down..
I have moved into a new room in my hostel..its a new thrill..anything to avoid the monotony of the life here,its a thrill in itself..
Well my 2nd semester is gonna be the longest one in the world,we
started in the month of feb and our exams are in Oct..So much for
being a bangalore university student..!!..We are on ground zero in
the finance deptt..with the new lecturer being our third one this
sem..the idea of having finance as one of my specialisations gives
me the creeps..the other one is gonna be marketing..the only reason i wanna go to the next sem..
Well bangalore is really cool with a temp around 20 deg ..thats the
only comfort of being in this city..I am missing Mumbai badly.. :-(
Lemme know how ur doin..
Take care,
Love,
Amrita

I missed it..and I am really sorry..

2004-07-27T21:32:00.000+09:00

Well this is for a very dear friend of mine..whose birthday i missed..

I love u ..May all your wishes be fulfilled and hope u have a great year ahead..

580 Sq. Feet and contentment.

2004-07-24T00:31:00.000+09:00

Today was quite a day..
Firstly I bunked office and that too without informing them at all. This to me is quite a luxury. Had done that once, when I had been working and had faced the consequences the very next day, I had been summoned by my boss, who had given me an hour’s lecture on being disciplined…. Had endured that. My boss thought that he had truimped..but unfortunately for a person who had endured much longer hours of such lectures lifelong , from school teachers,hostel wardens,elders and ofcourse my parents..this was a cakewalk..Its all about utilizing the 2 ears optimally, as an input and output device.
Coming back to this morning..D and I had been to finalize the flat today…In marketing terminology in Mumbai its called the flat with a “mountain view”..hmmm..for a moment it had almost transported me back to my birthplace – Darjeeling..Whatta Mountain View! It’s a view of a hillock next to the complex.. A small green hillock (thanks to the monsoons here)..Far ahead we could see the mist covered hills that surrounds this suburb of Mumbai..But the question was, how long could we, with all the builders already displaying their signboards, it meant that in a couple of years all we would see is concrete..no mist,no greens..
But for two dreamy eyed persons who had braved the downpour and made it to the site..it was “the place”…5 storeys high with bright,airy rooms,lotsa windows,a small cute kitchen,a cuter bathroom,a small but well made living room and a better made bedroom..this was it..their dream destination..what more could the couple from middle class mumbai want..a place to stay in peace..away from the hustle bustle,the Mumbai crowds,the office worries,the deadlines and away from nagging elders …. “Their Home”….580 sq feet of pure contentment..
Already humming…
“Ye Tera Ghar Ye Mera Ghar , Kisi Ko Dekhna Ho GarTo Pehle Aake Maang Le, Meri Nazar Teri Nazar
…”

Ramsay brothers please read this!!

2004-07-18T00:11:00.000+09:00

Finally managed to post my pic.This adorns my Id card at colege and my monthly train pass here in Mumbai.Gotta thank dreams a lot..Thanks buddy!..well thought that i should scare u guys too..Y should only my collge mates,my lecturers and the occasional ticket checker in Mumbai be terrorised..This goes to prove that some ppl are not meant to be clicked at all..But u have to accept the fact that i do have some guts to post this on the blog..Hope the Ramsays are reading....!!

Guy Gyaan..

2004-07-13T21:19:00.000+09:00

10 reasons to boot him out of ur life…

1. He claims he'll never, ever cheat on you, but he cheated on his ex in order to be with you.

2. He's always comparing you to an ex.

3. He refuses to show you much attention in public and doesn't invite you to work functions. Next time he asks you to be his date for an important occasion, apologise sweetly and tell him that you have another date that night!
4. He continues to see his ex but "only as friends." They see each other on the same nights as when they were dating, and he refuses to tell the ex that he's dating you now because he doesn't want "to hurt her feelings."

5. He won't introduce you to his friends until you're "on solid ground." But you've been dating him exclusively for six months!

6. He spends more time online doing "research" than with you, but he can never explain what he's researching. Definitely time to push him off the computer and jump online to search for his replacement!

7. He works out at the gym every night and on weekends for its "health benefits" but never builds any muscle… and actually seems to be gaining weight.

8. He breaks up with you when his ex is single — then wants to make up when his ex is involved.

9. He loves to go out with his friends, but every time you suggest a night out, he has "a once in a lifetime" sporting event that he must watch.

10. He loves you when you leave him but needs "more time to himself" when you're together.

Disclaimer:
These reasons are not mine..They have been conceived by a like minded individual.. Well if a girl feels that her guy satisfies all the 10 conditions and still wants to stand by him, then, she is free to do so at her own risk. And if she feels that the reasons are not strong enough to dump a guy, then she is free to add her own & make these reasons more reasonable. If a guy feels that he shouldn’t be dumped on these grounds, he is constitutionally free to voice his opinion…
It is not based on any person, living or dead. But if it resembles the character of any individual (living and dead), it is purely co-incidental….

All's well that ends well.

2004-07-13T19:28:00.000+09:00

“My trouble is I analyze life
instead of live it.”- Hugh Prather

This kinda describes my life. I not only analyze things, I break my head over the details ... n hence “screw” up my life…So I am gonna to try n live my life & actually “give a shit” about everything else. Well they say “charity begins at home”. I say “everything else begins at home too”..On Saturday had a major argument with my folks at home. The reason.. Hmmm..Apparently there wasn’t any. It had stemmed from a conversation. And it ruined my entire Saturday morning. So finally I promised myself that I would not justify myself to anyone..anyone at all. To be frank I am tired of justifying myself..tired of trying not to hurt people and tired of blaming myself for everything..I was always my own glorified punching bag..
So on Saturday, thought that the best way out was to go n have fun. Coz I didn’t want to crib throughout the day. Met this real good fren of mine after nearly a year. It was just like old times. We chatted for nearly four hours. . Was thrilled to know that he is finally seeing someone.. .. And was serious about her too. Well I am dying to meet this girl, mainly becoz it would take some girl to get him serious…So Vimal ,u still have a good amt of hope..
Well had watched GARV..The movie that shouldn't have been made in the first place. Well wanted to watch the movie for Salman..But even he couldn’t save it. It’s a criminal wastage of money.. Punnet Issar the director should be banned from torturing the audience in the future. Should have understood from the one star rating that the TOI had given it. I feel its not even worth a rating! Well Shilpa Shetty had ten lines of dialogues and 4-item nos..!!
In the same evening had been to see a flat with D.Well D is buying a flat. A flat for the two of us n that’s going to be my home for the longest part of my life. When I had stepped into the flat, I had felt a surge of joy. Of finally seeing my dreams been given a shape. A definite shape in the form of brick n mortar..

That’s how my Sunday had been spent.. almost dreamily, and maybe the happiness will seep through and will make my entire week a real great one..

A day in the life of a Pukka Mumbaite..

2004-07-10T16:43:00.000+09:00

Well i am so happy that gradually i am getting used the "hul chul " of mumbai..Having been in Bangalore for the past year..thought that i wouldn't able to adjust to the fast paced life again..But naah..Im back in form..
Well yesterday had started pretty late(it was around 10 ) when i had left my bed..My boss had been generous to grant m the permission to report to work late..Her Funda- Come anytime u want,but u have to meet the deadline..!..Realised that i had to meet D in Andheri at 11.30..The mad rush began..Andheri is a cool 1hr away from my house,which includes waiting for the BEST bus to the rly station,boarding the train n reachin Andheri station...Managed to board the train (somehow)..it was packed to the hilt..By the time i had managed to settle down,i realised that i had made a BIIIG maistake of wearing a perfectly ironed attire....Well enjoyed the daily dose of a heated argument between 2 commuters..Trust me,if one thing that keeps someone going in a hot,crammed train compartment..its the arguments that erupt between the commuters.. Its very engrossing!!..The best part is that I always learn a new expletive..a very enriching experience..!!By the time i dismounted at Andheri,my attire looked as if they have never been touched by an Iron in their lifetime...
Travelled with D to churchgate(the last station on the western route)..gabbled thro the entire journey..had a GOOOD lunch..n then it was time to go to office..Was stuck in the office till 9 at night..After wrapping up the days work,it was time to make my way back ck home..another gruelling 2 hrs journey.!! but that's Mumbai..Dunno whats so good about the city..that no matter how much u work n slog n travel..it still doesn't wear u out..
Have lived in other cities like Kolkata,pune,hyderabad n Bangalore..Trust me,no city can boast of this..Maybe its gotta do with the zeal n the energy that the people in this city live with....its very very contagious!!!

This is an interesting read...all about Amchi Mumbai..

25 Sure signs that you're a Mumbaite.
1. You say town and expect everyone to know that this means south of Churchgate.
2. Youre suspicious of strangers who are actually nice to you.
3. You have never been to the Gateway of India.
4. You dont hear sirens anymore.
5. Hookers, beggars and the homeless are invisible.
6. The trains make sense.
7. Your door has more than three locks.
8. The most frequently used part of your car is the horn.
9. You consider eye contact an act of overt aggression.
10. You call an 8 x 10 clustered room a Hall.
11. You consider beyond Andheri as Upstate.
12. You think Chowpatty & Juhu beaches as nature.
13. Youre paying Rs 10,000 for a 1 room flat, the size of a walk-in closet and you think its a steal.
14. Youve been to New Bombay twice and got hopelessly lost both times.
15. You spend more time each month travelling than you spend at home.
16. You havent heard the sound of true absolute silence since 1977, and when you did, it terrified you.
17. You take fashion seriously.
18. Being truly alone makes you nervous.
19. You have 14 different menus of Free Home Deliveries next to your telephone.
20. Going to town is considered a road trip.
21. You take a taxi to get to your health club to exercise.
22. Your idea of personal space is no one actually standing on your toes.
23. Rs 500 worth of groceries fit in one paper bag.
24. You have a minimum of five worst cab rides ever stories.
25. Youve mentally blocked out all thoughts of the citys air quality and what its doing to your lungs

Rechristening myself...

2004-07-06T22:42:00.002+09:00

Like everybody else I was born with a name..my father had given it to me..Amritarupa Banerjee...In an age where Adnan becomes Ady,Sandeep becomes sandy,Tejaswy becomes Teju or Pooja becomes Poo..I had never ever hoped that ppl would address me by my first name..Amritarupa..it was shortened to Amrita..Well i really like the name Amrita..It sounded simple,nice n I was pretty happy about the fact that now people would spell and pronounce it right..Just Amrita..Well it was not to be..When i was in kolkata..I was addressed with that typical Bangla accent which made it sound more like Amrito..So much for being a bengali..After migrating to Pune (well literally coz i had to have my migaration cert. done) the real woes Begun..Earlier the pronunciation was a problem..here my name itself changed..Amruta Banerjee..So that was my first rechristening (1996)...When i had shifted bag n baggage to hyderabad for my grads..i was rechristened for the second time..Amritha Banerjee..Amrutha Banerjee..this generous dosage of "h"does happen down south..Swati becomes swathi,Jyoti becomes Jyothi,Even Natasha (which incidentally is a russian name) is turned into Nathasha..
Now when i stare at the letter that i have received from Bangalore this morning..I feel sorry..feel sorry for my father who had so lovingly given me a name...it proudly said ..Ms Amrutha Roopa Banerjee..
And they say "Whats in a Name?"..
I say..A hell lot..

Rechristening myself...

2004-07-06T22:42:00.001+09:00

Rechristening myself...

2004-07-06T22:42:00.000+09:00

S-U-N-D-A-Y

2004-07-04T14:58:00.000+09:00

Another sunday morning!!!yipee! dunno why every sunday gets me goin..never analysed it..lemme gues...........still guessing...!!! hmm..,get up late(quite a luxury..coz my college starts at 8 a.m in bangalore n here in mumbai ,i have to reach office at 9.30..which is a 2 hrs drive from home),maybe it lets me have a great breakfast while i read the newspaper(a luxury too,when the office days finds me enterin the car with slices of bread n jam in my hand ),i get to have a bath without havin to worry about my office timings (in mumbai) n college timins ( in bangalore),I get to read my unfinished novel(which is takin far too long by my standards..worried!!!)..and do all the inconsequential things which makes me happy n contended at the end of the day..I am already lookin forward to the next sunday.. :-)

EURO'04 - Expect the unexpected

2004-07-01T19:23:00.000+09:00

E- Expected
U- Upholders
R- Romped
O- Out

Well this is the jist of the ongoing EURO-2004..
Well maybe thats why the european championships have been considered to be one roller coaster ride!.I think it definately is..
When nearly half the football lovers thought that France will take the trophy ..
And Voila!,they were defeated by a side wheich has never won any international title till date..Call it fate or call it over confidence,anything!!..I didnt mind..coz i had never liked France to begin with..
But after one of my favourites Holland crashed out this morning,I am kinda down..!!Now ,neither will i see nistelroy and his acrobatics nor robben's ball control... :-(
But all is not lost ,coz my other favourite Czech Rep is still playin..and playing really well..hopefully tonight they will bulldoze the greeks and later convincingly take the EURO'04 trophy back to prague!!
I am sure that Brueckner's eleven can very well do it!!....

the monster in us...

2004-06-28T21:33:00.000+09:00

Saw the movie "monster"yesterday..well was enamored by the acting prowess of charlize theron..but i pray they donot remake this movie into a hindi flick..hope the bhatts read this...the movie is really awesome..and i have to admit that no matter how much we celebrate the maturity of bollywood movies(atlast!),they are light years behind such kinda film making...kudos to Patty Jenkins for extracting such a performance!!!

Is the education minister listening?

2004-06-28T20:21:00.000+09:00

3 commit suicide over SSC results
Three students committed suicide within three days of the SSC results. SnehalDhuri (18) hung herself at her Vikhroli home because she was forced to forego her seat at K J Somaiya College due to a technicality. The college wanted her school-leaving certificate by 1 p.m.While.....
I couldn't read any further...Most of the time i feel that our education system is so bizzare,the entire fate of the students depend on three hours at the end of the year..three hours that nullify all the 8760 hours of hard work.Why fate..i can say lives of students is decided on how we perform in those three hours..And who decides how much do we get?..A handful of people who value our answer papers..Some troglodytes who dont even bother to read what you want to convey..the people who count the number of supplements you attach and not the number of thoughts that your answers carry..
Such prehistoric is our great education system..And now when i speak to people who are a products of this redundant system..i wonder if they were really intelligent or plain lucky???

TOUCH WOOD..

2004-06-02T21:04:00.000+09:00

LIfe couldnt have been better..well going home day after..and now having a new crush..not bad at all..and getting a big hug from him.....
Well huming the song..
"saanso.n ko saanson mein DHalne do zara...
dhiimii sii daRkan ko barne do zara .
lamho.n kii guzaarish hai yeh
paas aa jaa'e.n
HUm tum..."
man..whatta mood!!

BREAK!!!!

2004-06-01T20:32:00.000+09:00

Hurray!!..I am going home..going back to Mumbai..the same road,the same lane,the same compound,the same stairs,the same door and the same face at the door..my mom...I am elated at the very thought of going back to my room..meeting my little brother..eating home made "bengali" food..getting pampered..walking around not having to think what time is college tomorrow,what dinner to have,and depressively looking at the bundle clothes to be washed every sunday...finally i will get a well deserved rest..
But this would not be a relaxing break..the very purpose of being in mumbai is my industrial training..and that has to be completed...

and the best part of being in mumbai..DS..getting to meet him every weekend..wow!!is worth every minute of the grind that i go through in bangalore..

I am in my "dream" mode now..
I am already singing...

the starlit sky

2004-06-01T20:14:00.000+09:00

Every evening when i look at the sky,it makes me feel nice,
I feel nice thinking that though my loved ones are so far away,
They are still looking at the same sky,
As if it communicates a silent message to me that...
They are well,they are fine,
The sky,the moon and the stars have always been my dear friends,
From the days as a child,they have helped me,
Helped to be a bridge between me and my loved ones,
They have safely enveloped all the loving souls ,
The souls which have left this home and reached that,
They through their tiny windows,let my loved ones see me,
As if to tell them that though they have left..
I can try and be happy and still smile,
But nowdays i miss my dear friends,
Suddenly there is this emptiness which surrounds me,
But why aren't the clouds leaving ?
And why isn't the rain God listening?
I still Wonder..??

hmmm...

2004-05-31T21:18:00.000+09:00

and BLUEFREAK,ur comments keep me going..do keep posting them..its really loved

it was really encouraging!!!

2004-05-31T21:07:00.000+09:00

hey Vardan, thanx a lot for all the encouraging words..it really felt nice..well i was very hesitant to write an online diary..but just like everything else in life,i had decided to give this a try too..its gradually becoming an addiction and hope that before it grips me completely i would be out of it..but so far so good..read your profile and liked the "keep grudges" part of it..well no matter how much one says that they forget and forgive..i dont think they really can..i feel that even they know that they cant...

Distance....

2004-05-31T20:57:00.000+09:00

After speaking to two of my most favorite people in the world yesterday, realization dawned on me. One ingredient that makes our life a complete bliss and relationships
Work --- Distance.

They said “ keep your distance ,don’t involve yourself too much into any one’s life, be nice to all and not too close to anyone.” That’s the recipe of happiness.Maybe,I was thinking about the same thing, but couldn’t point a finger at the exact solution. One day and two phone calls later, the solution is crystal clear. It seemed as if it had always existed but I couldn’t see it.

Now I realize that I am going through a strategic inflection point, “it is the time in my life, where my fundamental beliefs are about to change”
Thank you Mr. Andrew Grover for telling us about this concept.

Well at 24,maybe it’s a little too late but I think when they say “Its never too late to learn”, they are damn right. I have finally learnt it, learn it at this age and learnt it the very hard way. And I am sure that this learning will last me a lifelong.

“A lot of things go unquestioned,
A lot of questions go unanswered,
A few words go unsaid,
A few go unheard,
Some dreams are buried,
Some dreams are born dead,
That’s life !!!”

Read this in a Short Message Service – but I know that it will live with me for the longest part of my life…..what a paradox!!!

Questions...???

2004-05-29T00:26:00.000+09:00

As you stand in front of the mirror,you wonder if u like the person you see..

Is the person you see,the same that you always admired?
Is the person staring back at you,say the same things she always did?
Is life taking its toll on her?
Is she gradually losing her own reflection?
Is she still having the dreams of a simple happy life?
Is she gradually losing her identity and fading in a crowd?
Is she still loving herself?
Does she still cry, when someone rebukes her?
Or has she started moulding into a stone?
Does she love someone more than herself?
Does she love anyone at all?
Will she see herself in the mirror again?
The mirror doesn't think so...Does she?

Thank you ....

2004-05-26T19:18:00.000+09:00

Its going to be three years..three years of being in love..three years of bliss...and trust me ..love does finally free you...free u from the pain..
All my life i had wanted to meet someone..someone who would completely floor me..sweep me off my feet and maybe there would be the bells ringing madly and i would know that he is the one..divine intervention..
but it didnot happen that way..he met me..and quitely took my heart away..and before i could realise that..i knew i was in love..and this love was diferent from the ones that i had felt before..It enveloped me in the sense of fulfillment..of contenment..and i am still recouping..
As the days pass by,i feel that i am growing insane..and i feel it is so very diferent..its intoxicating..and am i enjoying it!!
I can just say that.."he completed me"!
and now when i sit back and think about the experiences i have had in my life ..I laugh out loud..
After losing the person who meant the world to me in a freak road accident..i had felt that my world would never be the same again..
Now when i think of that person..i can feel that he is smiling form the heaven above..and i am quite sure he is finally happy..just to let him know up there..i still love u ...but maybe now i am not lonely..i have someone who will take care of me all life long..but i miss u a lot too...

this post is dedicated to DS,a person who has given my life a meaning..

AS the lead actor in the movie "the beautiful mind" says,

"you are my reason to live....you are all my reasons"
its just like that..thank you

hmmm...

2004-05-25T20:36:00.000+09:00

Hi bluefreak..
well hope u have my reply now..(if not please check the comments section)

BALANCED EQUATION...

2004-05-25T20:27:00.000+09:00

I say...
LOVE ALLOWS YOU THREE MISTAKES.......
AFTER THE FIRST ONE..YOU FIND A BETTER PERSON..
AFTER THE SECOND ONE..YOU FIND TRUE LOVE..
BUT AFTER THE THIRD ONE..YOU NEVER LOVE AGAIN!!!

Well..I had made two mistakes,now seem to be in "true" love zone..life is like one happy ride..

Unfortunately had felt that twice before..but woke up to realise that in a relationship,the equation of love is not always balanced..But this time I have finally managed to balance the equation!.Its one hell of a job!! :-)

Mr Putin..listening? You dont fall in love once..Its just that,next time,YOU DONT FIND LOVE , LOVE FINDS YOU !!!

TITLE..WHAT TITLE??

2004-05-25T20:17:00.000+09:00

They say Its a dogs world!!
How very true..When i had walked into the MBA class for the first time,my father had said,"MBA is a battlefield,to survive and excel,you have to fight".
For the first few months I made friends,partied and basically had fun..
Litle did i know that gradully,life would change..
We had not shown our "fangs"..Maybe now we have and its a matter of survival..
The rule is that there are no rules..we just have to play on!!..and thats what i am doing..
They again say..Everything is fair in love and war..
I say,everything unfair is fair in love and war!!!
So war is business and business is war..
what am i waiting for..let's get down to business now..

Sometimes...

2004-05-24T19:46:00.000+09:00

Hi!!!
its been quite sometime since my last posting..its been one hell of a week..presentations,industrial trips,movies,reflections but not necessarily in that order.
Thursday was entirely spent in Kolar,the gold town..though much of gold isnt left.We had been to BEML,the indian version of "caterpillar"..it is an ISO 9001 company but the sate of affairs- disappointing..Well we had ealier been to toyota kirloskar ltd,this experience was far form that..maybe by the time my great grand kids grow up all the indian companies would practise TQM,5S,JIT,..hope that day comes..:-(
Well after the tiring trip ,we had to prepare for the book review..well the book in question-"only the paranoid survive" by andrew grove,its so very apt for us.The presentation had been made well but executed poorly..thanx to two of my team members who had forgotten the lines..well paranoids didnt survive,,Mr grove listening??
Well the best part about saturday were the compliments that i recvd for wearing a saree..mr putin..i did look nice..u have to see me to belive that ..
And the bestest part abt saturday.."YUVA"..amazing movie..hats off to mani ratnam for making that movie and proving all over again that he's leagues ahead of all the other film makers in India..and the best part of the movie-rani mukherjee..shes mind blowing!!
well sunday started on a bad note..couldnt go for an important fuction..thanx to the downpour..but in the evening braved the rain and waded through the dirty water to chat with 2 people i care abt the mostest in the world..
Sometimes,I feel that maybe love is the mother of all destinies ,
Sometimes,I feel that I am walking on a path which cannot be retraced,
Sometimes,I feel that i am cheating myself to belive things i wouldnt want to,
Sometimes,I feel that had i not looked the way i do,i would have been happierin life,
Sometimes,I feel that had i not looked the way i do,i wouldnt have found "true" love,
Sometimes,I feel that apart form the person i love,maybe i love someone else too,
Sometimes,I feel that is wrong..coz its not right,
Sometimes,I feel ,will the perosn ever know how much i had loved him and how much he had hurt me,
But...thats only sometimes..

well..weekend reflections..
but now its back to work again..
have a great week guys..

Whatta day!!!

2004-05-19T20:33:00.000+09:00

well the day is finally drawing to its end..and i surely thank god for that.Its been one of those days that everyone dreads.
To begin with i woke up late in the morning to find that the college bus had already left!!And after a mad rush when i did finally manage to reach college,the lecture had already begun and my professor bestowed me with a discourse on "how to be punctual".

That wasnt the end of it,in that afternoon we were instructed to do a book review on saturday in front of a panel of distinguished people who would rate our academy on communication skills in the All India B-school ratings..

And to add to the owes,all the servers in our area were down ,which delayed our preparation.

Now that i finally did manage to locate a net cafe with a functioning server,my floppy disk is corrupted...
AAArgh!!!

Life sucks!!!

love u all...

Something new!!!!

2004-05-18T18:56:00.000+09:00

This is my first blog and it was inspired by a very close friend o mine.I had never thought that i would share my journal with someone,leave alone people i donot know.
But as they say in life..Expect the unexpected ....thats what i am doing now..
Hmmm... no introduction yet..The name commoner is to state that I am an average girl with a dream of a happy life..But as days pass by,the dream is turning into a mirage.
In this era of modern methods of communication,i still love the smell and the feel of a letter written to me in a sheet paper.I know that maybe in a crowd i would never be noticed,making the term "commoner" even more apt..but thats life and i am happy that way.
By the way i am doing my post graduation in mangement and right now sitting in our crowded computer lab making my entry in to this new world..and I can see my class mate waiting patiently to use this very computer when i vacate..
As of now..this is Me..the commoner ..
Love to all..and all u guys have a great time ahead..
till then..byee