I guess I am addicted

And it is not what you are thinking. It’s the Spider Solitaire. I have played this game over and over again so much so that now my fingers are numb. I am so sick of myself and this game. I don’t want to see that green screen again but I am not able to resist. Time and again my fingers travel to the Game tab and I restart a new game. If I win I play again to celebrate and if I loose I still play again to recuperate. Eeergh.. and now its getting on my nerves....

I Write..II

I write..

I am in love
Yes in love
Love so deep
It makes me feel
Like dancing
And singing
I wish there was a way
To tell him
The magic he creates
Since there is none
I write…

Mills and Boons !!

While grocery shopping yesterday I was most pleasantly shocked to find loads of Mills and Boons novels sitting pretty right near the entrance of the store and memories came flooding back. In my early teens Mills and boons were the most sought after books and ours was one school that had a huge collection of these in the school’s library (and we were a girls’ convent at that). As a norm girls were only allowed to issue these highly romanticized literary gyan once they reached the coveted 9th standard and became part of the school senior community. So being promoted to class 9th meant a lot.

However my batch had the unique distinction of being one of the naughtiest batches of all times. After a series of exceptional events all of which were classified as “not so pleasant” we were reprimanded in the cruelest of fashion. Umpteen warnings and admonitions by the teachers and still no respite made our principle announce the hideous of all punishments “No Mills and Boons for the current 9th Class” and there went all our M&B dreams.

Luckily a few of my classmates had elder sisters in the same school. This breed of elder sisters didn’t flinch even once before asking us for all sorts of favors which meant dreadful things like preparing their project reports, copying the lab assignments and what not in return of lending us the M&B.

Ha, those were the days....I read so many M&B that I could predict the plot, the story (as if it had any). I must have read a 100 or so. Actually I was good enough to write one myself. And then on day I gave up reading them.

Yesterday when I saw these books I couldn’t help but browse through the shelf and ultimately picked up one and safely got it billed without Aman noticing. Although I am sure of what’s in it I can’t wait to start reading it.

Cheers to the good old days.. Sigh...

Coffee Anu and Me

Work work work....
And then the call at 7:00 pm – “Iya wanna have coffee ???”
Quick walk to the Café coffee day, the regular take away and the walk back to my desk.
Only 15 minutes... but very precious 15 minutes.....
15 minutes that take me back to my college days...
In this clutter of work where all the time I am thinking of deadlines, submissions, calls, proposals and presentations, there is one person who absolutely brigs a smile to my face.
And that someone I none other than my best friend - Anu .
We have been friends for a nearly a decade. And it was only by chance that I landed in this company where Anu had been working for quite some time.

Since my first day here, having that evening coffee together is nothing less than a ritual. No matter how caught up both of us are with work, we ensure that we meet each day to have our daily dose of caffeine.

This is a godsend and not sure how many of you guys out there are as lucky.

So this is to say thanks to the friend who has stood by me through all the good and the bad that I have done. She has seen me travel my million moods in a span of a day without flinching. It is with her that I have had some of my most hysterical laughter bouts. She has been a constant in this ever changing world. This is to the friend I really treasure.