Mixed Flavours

Lesson of the day - It's okay to bring work home. It's nice to work from home. But when you are cooking, do not design the code. Not all palyas have the wherewithal to take ground sambar masala and remaining edible.

A very wishful wish - I should have two copies of myself. 

Magic Makers

Two things I'm very grateful for in my kitchen - coconut(and oil) and ghee. 

Travails

There is Kasaravalli Fest in Suchitra Film Society this weekend. Screening of Ghatashradhdha and Koormavatara today and a documentary and felicitation tomorrow. I read about it yesterday, was very excited but most of my plans don't bear fruit so kept myself under check. But you know what, I went to Suchitra today. I did. And guess what? I didn't watch anything. As usual, I tried to club it with another errand and I was late and the show was full. There were another 15-20 people like me but I came from the farthest so I hope I gave them all some solace. Waiting for the next show was impossible so I started back immediately. Of course I'm disappointed but not so much too. First, I love the place. It was love at first sight but also the only sight in the last eight years so my love didn't really translate into a serious engagement. Anyway, I love the concept, the environ and the locality and it's one of my dreams to live there some time. Second, I now know that I can do it; withstand the pressure from my family to stay put at home(Rishi was the only one who said I should go). And also, they know that I can do it so I hope it sets a precedence.

I would've also become a member of the Society today, had I carried my photo. The guy asked me thrice when I could come next to complete the enrollment but I had no answer. I wanted to tell him that the only way for me to come in the very near future was by becoming a member. Now I have the half-filled form with me. May be I should try in the middle of the week. 

Langzaam Progress

It's become a sort of masochistic pleasure of mine to watch movies in the languages I'm learning on Duolingo and realise that I'm no better at understanding them than I was three months ago. 

Calling Names

I get irritated when I hear people being called Abdul, even in movies. May be more so after I met my colleague Shabbir. I was handling a Support ticket from a Vietnamese Bank when I was told Abdul Shabbir was the guy onsite I could get more info from. I messaged him. He gave me the info and in the end, asked me how I knew his name. I asked him what he meant. He said I was the first colleague to call him Shabbir, everyone else only called him Abdul. I said I had had classmates with similar names. I mean, when you have to address multiple Mohammeds and Abduls, you figure that they've got a unique and many a times, nicer sounding names next to them. Anyway, Shabbir and I've had a great rapport since then. 

Tough Trek

Next two months are going to be a nightmare on the work front but I'm excited after a long time. I'm looking forward to the grind.

The last one month has been quite a bit of running around, what with my name change and all. But it's all too late for the Singapore trip. And now for no reason, P isn't interested in going at all. He says there is nothing there and I'm going just for the heck of it. He wants to go to Maldives. I don't care for Maldives! 

Gantumoote

Watched Gantumoote. It's set in my generation but I guess many of that era will wonder which utopia the movie belongs to; where high school students can make out with such freedom. Bangalore may have been, I don't know. I'll never forget that I was made to feel like a sinner for poking M's back and trying to catch his attention in 1st grade.

But Salman Khan was a heartthrob even in a place like mine. He was in many girls' notebooks those days, charming them with his sparkling eyes. I wasn't the type, though. Of course keeping heroes anywhere near me was disastrous at home but I was more interested in tennis and cricket players anyway. Sampras and Dravid ruled the roost in my study room.

But then, why is it that the girl is always considered a guy's weekness? The hero feels that way when things go wrong. I mean, that feeling is everywhere. Look at Kohli Or Nadal recently; nobody asks them if they are doing better because they got married. The wife or the partner is only a burden that their talent should manage and do well despite.

And yeah, the boy(hero) stops the girl from biting her nails, saying it's a bad habit, early on in their encounters. But after that, goes on a biting spree himself. May be it was indicative of something but I couldn't figure that.