Waiting is a trap

The duo came across a ripped note that said:
"Waiting is a trap..."
They proceeded to complete the note.

Varsha's version:
Waiting is a trap. There will always be reasons to wait. The truth is, there are only two things in life, reasons and results, and reasons simply don't count.

Nitin's version:
Waiting is a trap behind every door. Darts that shoot out of walls, flames that burst through seemingly harmless cracks in the floor, poisonous reptiles laying in the grass, waiting for their prey.

50 office-speak phrases employees hate

BBC came up with 50 phrases that are really popular in the office environment but employees hate to the core. You can find them here:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/magazine/7457287.stm

Red Shirt

I'm pretty sure that to most of you reading this article, a red shirt is just a shirt that's red. Most probably a T-shirt with or without a collar. The ones with collars might have a collar of a dark shade, while the ones without collars would have a round neck.

Err... okay, now let's not get too carried away. A red shirt is a character in a film who is destined to die shortly after being introduced. It draws it's origins from StarTrek and is probably to avoid the scenes from getting too gory for younger viewers and to get a general rating to target a larger audience.

You can read more about it at Wikipedia.

A Blue Rose in Singapore

Roses are blue,
Violets are red,
These are the marvels,
Of genetic re-engineering :-)

Living Retro

I wonder why people are so anti-shirt-collar-over-lapels. It looks so retro and so cool. Think Saturday Night Fever. Think John Travolta. Think Brooklyn. Think Disco.

The fashion statement made it's mark in the 1930s, was rejuvenated in the 1970s and ought to make a come-back in the 2000s. The look is a classic, when worn with the right kind of collar.

The Matrix: Hobson's Choice

When Morpheus drops a Hobson's choice on Neo in the Matrix, there was quite a bit of drama involved - the choice between the red pill and the blue pill. He could've just said, "C'mon man, do you want to know about it or not?". That added drama made it a scene to add into many rip-offs of the Matrix like the Meatrix, for instance, which is an animation that conveys the ill-effects of factory farming.

Roses for a birthday greeting

I recently wrote a "Roses are red" variant in a birthday card and it goes like this:

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
You shouldn't be counting,
After twenty two.

"Wish I Could"

We met in a place I used to go,
Now I just walk by it for show,
Can't bear to go in without you know,
Wish I could,
Wish I could.

But Annie is standing in the door,
With a look on her face I can't just ignore,
She tells me that her heart is sore,
And pulls me in,
She pulls me in.

She says "love in the time of war is not fair",
"He was my man but they didn't care",
"Sent him far away from here",
"No goodbye",
"No goodbye".

I don't tell her that I once loved you too,
Or about all the things we used to do,
I kiss her hair and think of you,
Walking down ,
The road you found.

We met in a place I used to go,
Now I only walk by it slow,
Can't bear to go in without you know,
Wish I could,
Wish I could,
Wish I could,
Wish I could.

"What Am I To You?"

What am I to you
Tell me darling true
To me you are the sea
Vast as you can be
And deep the shade of blue

When you're feeling low
To whom else do you go
See I cry if you hurt
I'd give you my last shirt
Because I love you so

If my sky should fall
Would you even call
Opened up my heart
I never want to part
I'm giving you the ball

When I look in your eyes
I can feel the butterflies
I love you when you're blue
Tell me darlin' true
What am I to you

Yeah well if my sky should fall
Would you even call
Opened up my heart
Never wanna part
I'm giving you the ball

When I look in your eyes
I can feel the butterflies
Could you find a love in me
Could you carve me in a tree
Don't fill my heart with lies

I will you love when you're blue
Tell me darlin' true
What am I to you
What am I to you
What am I to you

Me song

Songs dat remind u of certian things..
this song just clawed back.

Sharp tiny claws
Sting the flesh without flaws,,,,

flames to dust
flowers,,,,,

yellow

Go take ur turn

"Hum the
Woh the

Par waqt na tha

Kal tha
Aaj hai

Par waqt na tha"

This aint a elegy

Jostle

Commute in the auto is akin to being jostled at in a mad rush. Woke up with an angry temperament, screamed aggressively at folks, boarded the wretched auto but boy he drove like a maniac and the meter was turning at even a faster pace than his driving. Anyway mission accomplished ,,cma to d office in an hr,,,but I wish if sum day I cud cum 2 d office in half an hour,the weathers playing havoc too,morning sunny smile now I guess it had a fight and just plain blew up hurtling rain drops on everyone. Was caught up in the rain yesterday,this ***** office has a policy of compensating time,as if,,,,,,bloody ******* so I was kept up in the office till 7.20 self imposed compensation module which I’m following,,,,restrictions on browsing ,,,wtf..****** freaks hav lost it,,,,hey all these r minor things I wudnt even bother ,,n it seems lame that grown up oldies follow petty rules,,remember old school days where these stupid types used to exist n they used to exchange marks n stuff,n be friends with each other just so they be in touch with competition,lame,,,n during breaks u’d find them roaming with no one or being aloof,,,n they set they so called principles n high standards ,,I mean if u hav them,,,(principles) then plz for Christ sakes’ laminate d damn sheet n put it up on a wall in ur bloody hall…dont bring up that shit up here,…..damn u,,,,,,freaks,,,,,,,jackasses,,,,nt hey talk abt processes, like hell,,plz follow them ,,,,dont just ……sermonize ,,,enuff,,of this shit,,,,,,,n not a single sou in d office at 9.30,,,,,,,n if u go tell anyone this is what it is,,evryones good to advice u on this,,,do this this is what ur doin wrong,,,n blah,,blah,,but,,,,insisde they r shit scared,,,,,they r doing the behind the scenes activity ,where scheming n stuff, comes 2 d fore..

Going Back To Work

I've got just a couple of days before I start work and all I can think of is catching up with my reading... and a bit of computer games, but that doesn't count. I've got some shopping to do, places to visit, and friends to meet but oddly enough I just can't help keep thinking about all the stuff that I read about in university but can't remember right now.

I guess it has a lot to do with responsibility, and the trust that the employers have on me. I've never let anyone down so far, so it's more about my track record than anything else.

Anyway, wish me luck... work starts on Sunday!

garden

Dawn breaks, the dream aches

To be lost, to be set free

In my minds eye, the picture Resides

Spotted subtle hues

The disgruntled “I know yous”

The fevered “Thank you’s”

And all the things which will never come through

Though the smoke screen is removed

I don’t see anything new

Primrose landscape

Butterflies trying to escape

Azaleas standing shyly against the air

Drooping eyelids

A dilapidated stare

Fresh scented air

With warm decanted air

Green boughs

Plaited ploughs

9.16 AM

Today's fortune:
Sell your ideas - they are totally acceptable.


Are they? totally contradictory ? well the gurjis and god men,god women ,lamas....is this true.

Whats the use of a compressed folder? ,and do people in the states have that option? because we can use it here but for some reason US does not allow them-CAN ANY ONE TELL ME ABOUT THIS

Are there any other features of MS word
any new "opinion guru" comes on board has LOTS OF LOST, WAYWARD GIBBERISH to say.

Some postions ARE ASSUMMED
SOME COMMANDED
SOME TAKEN
SOME LORDED


people -fakeness galore.
It sure is a rat race.
Quite rattish,,,,

gym class heroes-seven weeks

My life's these yellow lines, concrete, and parliment butts
Exhaust fumes and rest stops who drive hard for their bucks
Load in, sound check, play show, load out, let's go, next city, oh great, off day
Hangovers, hangups, dialbacks, running make up, apologies and promises
And nobody acknowledges that it so damn bad
But we love like the last cigarette we'll ever have
I'm putting miles on my body, bout due for a tune up in this gas station, food ain't really helping but
I'm loving every minute, every road signs a reminder of exactly why we did it to begin with

This is how it has to be
A kiss for luck, submerge myself
And in 7 weeks resurface
Even if we don't look back again
Tired boys and wired eyes
Exposing imperfections
To the public eye i'm perfect
Even if we don't look back again

song bird

Straight up

Artist: Chante Moore
Album: Exposed

Feat/jermaine dupri

[Jd](chante moore)
Yeah, oh
Uh, uh, uh
You know what it is (ooh)
When your head go back and forth (ooh)
So so def, uh (ooh)
Chante, 2k(ooh)
Baby come on, come on, come on

[Chante]
Straight up I can love you forever yo
Cause you're the kind of guy I can settle for
I'm not the type to love you and let you go
Let me know it's now or it's never yo

Cause I know them other girls try and do you in
But I'm not the average girl you've been fooling with
Cause those other females are counterfeit
But everything all up here's legit

1 - it's like this, like this
Like that baby
Put the other girls way to the back baby
So you know I'm not just talking that stuff baby
Call me up and let me know what's up baby
(What's up?)

2 - here's the number to my cell
Now hit me on the hip
Here's the number to my crib
Where I really live
Straight up
I'm not thinking 'bout them other chicks
Straight up
They ain't even coming close to this
Here's the number to my job
Or call me in the whip
Now how many chicks
You know come with this
Straight up
Cause I'm tryna put you on to this
Straight up
And I'm not just talking it

So tell me are you spoken for
Cause I don't see a ring on your finger boy
Excuse me if I'm bold with my question now
But I'm not looking for a hit and run
Don't tell me how those other girls used to be
Just think about you getting used to me
I'mma show you everything you tryna see
I'mma put you right where you need to be

Repeat 1

Repeat 2

A lot of girls won't do the things I do
A lot of girls won't say the things I say
Know that all of this is true
Talking 'bout me loving you
(Please belive)
Boy I do
Coming straight up asking me
When you know what I'm about
With a game sweeter than can be
So baby won't you check me out

(Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh)
Y'all know what it is
When you're head go back and forth
(Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh)
Y'all know what it is
When you're head go back and forth
(Straight up, straight up, what's up?)

Repeat 2 till end

Sujana can write

Blog this, blog that, every other day it's something we tell Sujana about
blogging, but she never really seemed to listen, till one fine day she
became a part of this really happening team blog called Foot Loose. After
that, there was just no stopping for her. She wrote all day, and she wrote
all night. Writing had become a second passion for her - her first passion
remained web design & graphics.

About a year later, Varsha woke up to the sound of the doorbell and so she
looked though the peeping hole, expecting a Huffing Puffing Wolf standing on
the other side of the door. Well, before you think it's the story of the 3
little pigs, let me *ahem* interrupt and remind you that we're talking about
the story of Sujana, Varsha and the other guys. So, Varsha opens the door
and it's the courier guy who hands her an envelope that has a book within
it. Wow, a book! Varsha loves books! Nitin loves notebooks & PDAs, but
that's not quite the same thing. Varsha's love for book dates back to the
time that she dedicated herself to studying English literature but then
something happened. That's a story for another day and another post, so more
on that later.

...so Varsha was delighted to receive a brand new book, fresh off the
shelves. She ripped off the cover to read the title:

"The Classic Life and Tales of Sujana", by Sujana

PS: I didn't get to read it yet - I'm waiting for the e-book version of it
to be released as a PDF, so as soon as I get a copy, there'll be more on
that soon.

HEy folksss

Areey what is this blog?

I dont like it but because of my thotti frnds varshi n nitin who forced me to create this post. But I wonder,Is this of any use? . Me thinks its a waste of time ....lol

If I write more..King & Queen of this blog will going to kill me....but anyway I want to continue it....

The Start Of A New Beginning

Varsha and I spent a while thinking of a name for this blog. She has this huge list of names for a pub, and so while in the pub-name-thinking mood, I started off with "The Bottom of the Sea". After a couple of other suggestions, I came up with "When We Aren't Thinking About Niyati and [insert the most common thing on Varsha's mind here]", although I wasn't the least bit serious when I suggested the name. It did draw a smile on Varsha's face though.

Varsha then suggested FootLoose and although initially I thought it was a brand of footwear, I couldn't really remember too clearly and so we went along with the name. If they do decide to sue us for trademark infringement, just remember that no one has ever heard about their brand in a long long time and so, by default, we get to keep the name... that is unless the judge lacks a sense of humor when we blog about him or her, as the case may be.

We couldn't get FootLoose in the URL and so once again the process of brainstorming began. I think I even heard a lightning bolt from Varsha's brain... that is very loud, considering that we live miles away. She suggested CultZelpho, but we aren't starting something like the KKK here. I came up with isthistheend and several others but all of them were unavailable. Among the available URLs were: differentbutsimilar, itsradical, intheseason, footinasock, and rubberchickenwithapulleyinthemiddle. A while later, Varsha and I settled on codeoutkast and so we setup the team blog, I tweaked some settings while she got a head-start on the first blog entry. Then, I started writing a blog entry too and that's how I got to this little fleeting ephemeral moment of time.

I guess this all goes on to show how the spunk, the burning desire to write. As legions rise and fall into the dust, Varsha & Nitin work against time to create a team blog... something that's humorous but not too cheesy, something that has passion but not so much that we end up writing the tragic tale of Nitin and Niyati, and something that draws attention but not something as much as a bunch of guys trying to blow up some commercial buildings and are just out there.

Songs I like

Lips of an angel-Hinder

John Legend – Save room

John legend is delicious,,and the melody quite haunting .I'm a fan rightaway,,heard it first on yahoolaunch cast and was blown away instantly.Wish someone sings like that to a girl the girl I can say would be head over heels in love with that man .

Lips of an angel-Its painful yet soothing,I like the way the guy assuages the girl on the phone.
You all should hear them sometime..