I want to make a movie!!!

Bl**dy hell!!! When every Tom, Dick and Harry can make a movie why not Deepthi??? Don't ask me what inspired me. You guessed it wrong- I loved the movie which I saw...

Now I am only searching for the cast and crew-

Hero and heroine as guessed will definitely be me and my husband- like it or not- this is already decided upon...
Small hitch is that, I need to convince my husband that this is the best thing he has apart from his slice of bread... :)

Comedian- This is still under discussion- You might suggest yourselves if you feel you are one who is not gifted with a sense of humor of any kind.

Villain- My movie will have absolutely no negative character... That has been my motive all the time even for the movies that I go out and watch.

Extras- If anyone of you feel deprived that you are not getting the hero/heroine cast you could convince me in kind and I might change my mind and put you to be in one of the main actors roles and try and change the story to a triangular series- But you better make it worthwhile. I don’t like wasting my time.

Music Director- I would definitely say me, but for IllayaRaja still living. I never settle for the second best... :)

Choreographer- I swear to you people, I just don’t really know how to fix a bulb, or wind a tap or whatever that is that PrabhuDeva says that you need to know for doing a step... So ahem, well, the thing is I decided ah,that ah, I should become the choreographer

Cameraman- I want to give this privilege to my husband. I call upon Srinivas to take over the camera and come on to the cast location please... Srinivas... Mr. Srinivas... This is the final call... You might just be late and I might just change my might and I might just not give you that just opportunity that you just got by… well that’s just me...

Director/Screenplay/Story- is all I, me and myself

LAST but NOT the LEAST- PRODUCER: I desperately call upon people to PLEASE fund and produce my movie... I pray with my two hands up to you people. Kindly please fund this world's best idea of mine to take a movie... PLEASE make my day/week/months and then the years and then the decades to come in the era that I call upon the Golden era nay, the Platinum era of film making- THE TREND SET BY ME- THE GREAT...

Ouch- Falling off the bed is so painful... Shucks- I have helluva lot of work waiting for me at the office.

"Hey Srini, I had this weirdest dream before I was getting up- They say the dreams that come to us early in the morning come true..."- Well, Srini is my husband...

Transition from Chennai to Bangalore

After a 4 month fight that I had put in Chennai for a transfer to Bangalore to join my sweetheart, at last, at the fag end, after I took certain critical decisions, the gods finally started showering their grace upon me. In a days' notice- Oh yeah, the transfer procedure can be real quick when RESOURCES are hot cakes in a project- I reached the city of whatever- cant remember the sobriquet.

The guest house was a place next to heaven. The sheer luxury that I lived in for those 14 days is something which I can neither afford nor experience again unless I get transferred to Bangalore again. :) (Which is like 1 in 1000 chances). The cooks are at you beck and call. A TV at your disposal, 4-5 different types of newspapers, and the bedroom! Oh man, I can actually feel my eyelids battling my senses.

And then the good(in this case BAD) old earth came back- No, I fell down to Earth from heaven- Shifted places like mad.One day I was staying in a shared flat accomodation with couple of my friends- It din't work out and the next day I was in some godforsaken PG. Then I park in my fiance's house and again started searching. Atlast I found a decent place to sleep in. Can't say it's fit to live in though.

The autos in Bangalore- Boy! these guys just say no outright! Even if some guy accepts to drop me at my destination, I can lose hopes on him taking money in an honest fashion. Where the auto problem is concerned there's no big difference as such from Chennai. OK OK- Chennai auto guys MINT money and these guys JUST take money.


Admist all this, Srini is an oasis in the middle of the desert.
And course you cannot compalin about the weather. It has some kind of magic in it esp. after experiencing Chennai's weather.

So here goes my transition and my Blog's transition from Chennai to Bangalore!

Like poles repel...

Yeah true! It made me suddenly remember that 7th class fundaes on Magnetism. The surest test of magnetism is repulsion.

Eeeww.. sounds eerie but I wish it were REALLY true(and thank god it's proven TRUE :) ).
He likes Chinese- She hates it
He loves watching TV- She does'nt
She will- He won't
He feels they should- She feels they should not
She tells him this- He tells her that's not it
He likes this- She dislikes the same
He is a stud where studying is concerned- She is not :)
and pheeeeeeeeeeeeewwww the list is like on and on and on...

But for him, her life would have been so boring!
As some great scientist(can't recollect who but I'm sure he knows or would now start googling for it if he does'nt remember) said,
"Unlike poles attract, like poles repel."

FORCED out of engagement pinks to monday blues...

Hi folks,


I guess I am late by approximately 23 days in writing this blog. Should have published this on the 12 Of June. It definitely would have been more apt...

Act-1,Scene-1(Hyderabad)

Anyways, first things first- I got engaged to Srinivas KNS on 10th of June (yeah, last month)..

Act-1, Scene-2(Chennai)

The engagement went off all very well and then on a little technical tragedy stuck which led to many emotional upheavals.. My smart, handsome, intelligent and more, fiancé is in Bangalore. And his equally smart, beautiful, a little less intelligent and some more, fiancée is in Chennai. Not all weekends were cooperative enough to make us meet...Getting to KNOW each other has taken a different meaning all together. Then finally, finally his 'smart, beautiful, a little less intelligent and some more' fiancée thought of a plan which would prove all the above characteristics of hers in the name of TOEFL in Bangalore...

Act-2, scene-1(Bangalore)

Arrived the garden city on Friday morning after a sleepless, foodless night in the train (no, not in the anticipation of meeting my fiancé- but courtesy an infant who spent a sleepless night crying away to glory). There waits my fiancé with a warm smile (one of his greatest assets by the way)... We go on a ride early in the morning at about 6.. Oh man! Bangalore is pretty cold early in the morning. Ok OK I can actually hear you guys groaning. Of course you would not be interested in my itinerary.. Coming to the point-Gave my TOEFL test with an OK kinda score.. And FOOTBALL... Thanks to my fiancé’s interest in that game, I started learning bits and pieces of it-like it or not-- hardships of liking the likes of a like-able persons

Act-2, Scene-2(Forum-Bangalore)

Guys are guys-the unclean lot... We took up the Herculean task of cleaning up his room and listing out the bare essentials-the necessities and set out to the bazaars of Bangalore.(Probably I can write a poem 'In the bazaars of Blore' like the one which Sarojini Naidu wrote 'In the bazaars of Hyderabad'-for those unfortunate one's who haven’t read it-become fortunate-read it).. After a long day shopping we came back to watch yet another football match. I dont want to forget to mention a dessert we had in Qwiky's.. Hot chocolate fudge.. Yummy! chocolicious! Makes my mouth water time and again when I think of it. Must have it again.

Act-3, Scene-1(some temple-Bangalore, bull temple road)

Well there is this cute nice temple on the bull temple road.. I kinda don’t remember the name properly. It’s not a complete temple or something. It is a part of some Udipi Mutt.. It's govardhan Krishna’s temple. The sanctum Sanctorum looks so good! The walls had some kind of etchings on clay all around which had Krishna in his various avatars. One particular painting (god knows if it fulfills the technical definition of a fresco) was a pretty eye catching one with Lord Krishna trying to eat butter and Yashoda behind him..(Made me remember a classical song- thaye yashoda in Thodi raaga)..

Act-3,Scene-2(Brigade road, MG Road, Bangalore)

Where else to spend a Sunday evening but in those famous roads! Did some shopping here and there and had some arbit food on the pavement- Oh yeah- they did look hygienic.. Well with a heavy heart i have to finish of this story as my train timing is nearing.. Rushed back, packed and bidding a goodbye to my fiancé believe me was the most difficult task.. By the way my father was there in Bangalore on Saturday and Sunday. So all this was properly licensed. He dropped me in the station. After a long time I felt homesick and decided to go home next weekend..(right-back to the bazaars of Hyderabad)..

Act-4, Scene-1

:( :( :( Sick sick Chennai.. Monday morning blues... Hate work, Hate Chennai... I'll probably go and have one of those famous Qwiky's dessert to perk myself up today..

PHEW... Guys, here ends my story of the transition of pinks to blues... OK now if anyone did end up reading till this point--Congratulations as you now know what to eat for a dessert next time you feel like having one!! THANKS a lot for going thru this big a blog (or prolly I should call it a short story- or a long story cut short-well whatever!)

Early in the morning---Once in a blue moon....

Yeah, you heard it right... Most of us don’t realize the beauty of early morning-thanks to that inherent laziness in us (me in specific). If only I can get up early in the morning, everyday, to experience things like the faint orange across the horizon, the fresh bloom of the flowers, the just budding buds (feast for my eyes), the element of cheer-courtesy-choir of birds (for my ears), the dew, the crisp, clean smell of the air (for my nose and skin)-to pamper my senses! It just made me realize how much such trivial things in nature make so much of difference to our psyche.

If Mother Nature granted me a boon, I'd definitely ask her to introduce some soothing tune via flute to gently wake me up from sleep with a delightful smile instead of waking to an alarm with a twitching, irritated face which in turn reflects my day!

Who let the dogs out???

Sometimes, the best of the dogs could be put to shame by none other than some gifted homosapiens. This I don't like saying with pride, because the entities taken for comparison is not something in terms of faithfulness but in the likes of their eating habits, sniffing powers etc.And coupled up with booze--well, quantitatively, it's like trying to get a ratio between 0 and infinity--and with the alchohol content rising in the blood the effect of dogginess raises exponentially.

Although this principle does not always abide with all the people, most often than not, it does
stand true.
A runner could be defined under the condition, where the booze is free(ly?)-flowing. Any guesses what the results could be?? i.e apart from the exponential rises of the dogginess, staggered foot steps, belching a bit too loudly and occassional bouts of nausea....

True to the word 'DUMB' we were dumb!!! :-(

This "risk" word has been playing havoc with my life of late. I am just coming from the Dumb Charades contest that Cognizant guys held. The word was "risk tracking". OK, the first thing that I want you people to know is that, this was the Quality stuff Dumb C which I am not part of. I'm completely from the development team who is not generally expected to know terms like these! And to say we were the most noisy crowd was even more demeaning when we lost..My stupid teamie was actually aping people out there and when it's our time he ends up not showing the word "risk". Tracking was an easy guess as we already had some signs for it. But "risk"!!!!!!^&*%$.Though his justification was that "how can one show risk?"
Well whatever! We managed to screw up the whole thing...

Whatever S#$%---OK It's about the V-Day

Financial markets and Risk management!!??? Never took such courses even in college! Took pride in saying that I was a complete techie...

Scene : NOW

On the desktop is a PDF on Banking with never ending black print which just seem to go on and on and on!! And to complement it is a mainframes screen which I'm Alt-Tabbing now and then! Why the hell do I even need a domain certification--that too internal certification????!! My brain is trying all the tactics to make me get up from that sick place..----and...here comes my distraction in the form of my colleague discussing the V-Day as if it were the D-day!!!

Here goes our MOM:

1. Attire--(?? wear whatever! how does it even make a diff as long as it is presentable)
2. Roses--(gosh! this sound like some victorian-era drama)
3. Place--(Moon as long as you can afford it???? What kinda suggestion people expect man!)
4. Script--(How about "hey,I'm having a rose and you don't..Take mine??????")
5. Person--(This takes the cream-'who will be the recipient of my rose??'--yeah rite..ask me, for all I care give it to the dog outside the cafeteria-Though he finally decided he'd give it to the female in 3 floor)

And these are only the main points..Now out of range of all the ears, who cares man?? Who wants to waste cash feeding some arbit guy/girl, for all that you know it might even be a big NO..So much for my study on Risk management!! Guess with this kind of market I can as well set up a rose stall outside my office and take a day off to see other people shed their wallets(simultaneously seeing a rise in mine-Now that's definitely going to be more than my one days' salary)..

As they say grapes are sour!! (Definitely sour in this case ;-) )

On my way to the next chapter--Retail Banking..