tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187733612012-02-15T09:46:18.022+05:30Ups and Downs, General Notes on Life;)DivSuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17329533323640575989noreply@blogger.comBlogger6151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18773361.post-8181974877711704742012-02-13T23:00:00.002+05:302012-02-13T23:03:20.237+05:30

Right after we were back from Chikmaglur, we traveled to Hyd for my sister's baby shower. It was the son's first time in the train. We had booked Rajdhani, but my, what a horrible train, old and shoddy. I would have much preferred the Kacheguda express if only it ran a little later in the night! Phew! But the son thoroughly enjoyed the train and the auto ride that led to it. He was a darling and

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We got back today after a 4 day trip to Chikmaglur. It was simply divine. Today we finish 6 years of being wedded and we went out to take off for the occasion. This trip being the first vacation with the kid, since the kid was born, we were of course nervous about food, sickness etc. And I would say that the biggest highlight of the trip was that he not only ate ok at all meals, but we also came

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First, I confess, I did not follow anything in the Australian Open, except the last 2 hours of yesterday's match. Yesterday, I also figured exactly why I stopped watching any kind of sport. I hate to have to go through the vicarious sense of loss. It is all ok when whomever you are rooting for wins, but when they lose, it is just way too much waste of emotions on a loss that is not even your own

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Today was another monthly ceremony for Subhash's mom. We did it at home and crossing fingers for that. This time we both were worried about being able to do it at home since we were having a tough time finding the right purohit/cook for it. Thanks to his aunts, in no small way, we finally found and closed on Friday night within 2-3 hours!! And slept in peace. Today we started around noon and

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2011 was possibly one of the worst years in the recent past for me (if not ever). The kid fell sick with an amazing regularity, and the one very early in the year was absolutely very scary. Subhash's mom fell sick around the middle of the year and then on, it was a bi-monthly trip to the hospital for her till she finally succumbed in November. It has been one hell of a year ridden with tension

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Today we concluded two days of religious ceremonies for my mother-in law's first month anniversary. One shanthi puja and two "masikams" as we call it. For the first one year, it is a monthly event. The adage is that the soul travels in steps (majilis) to its final destination and what we provide every month, makes for their meals at each step. I cannot believe that I've already gone from having

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Yesterday it was three years since we had the house-warming for this house. At the risk of driving away all my readers with repeated melancholic posts, it reminds me about Subhash's mom. As per our traditions, the oldest couple bearing the family name is supposed to walk in first, break the pumpkin and perform the initial few rituals. We were extremely happy that they were able to do all of these

DivSuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17329533323640575989noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18773361.post-20515444630982470802011-12-19T21:32:00.000+05:302011-12-19T21:32:56.764+05:30

The past few weeks was a whirl of activity. Going to Hyd for the last rites of Subhash's mom, then coming back, doing some pujas at home, settling back down into routine, Rohan falling sick, then breaking his nose and lips etc etc. He fell flat on his face when a mattress which was propped up against the wall fell on him when he was with his back to it. Not sure what transpired, the dad and son

DivSuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17329533323640575989noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18773361.post-18218976643871796502011-11-28T11:28:00.000+05:302011-11-28T11:28:09.046+05:30

Today is Subhash's Mom's Birthday. Had she lived four more days, she would have finished 61. Happy Birthday Ma!

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WARNING: This is a long post. Please feel free to skip. This is more to document my thoughts so I can read them many days hence. Subhash's mom passed away on Thursday, November 24th. She has left a void which I am sure we have not half assessed or felt yet. It will hit us gradually and slowly. Here is an open letter to her from me, I am sure she can never read it but I am hoping that she can

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Today, I went to the hospital to see my mother in law. The docs have been saying we should remove life support and let it end. I let my father in law and my mother in law's sister go down and when I was alone with her,  I held her one eye open, pressed my face close to hers and told her not to worry I will take care of Naanna (Subhash's Dad), I will keep him with me and look after him, you go

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Subhash's mom has been in and out of ICUs for the past four months. She has had ERD (End stage Renal Disease) for the past 4-5 years and was going through dialysis. Since June though, she had become susceptible to a lot of problems resulting from other organs getting weak. We had to move her into ICU on Diwali and she spent two weeks in Manipal before coming home last Wednesday and we had to take

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Today the son finished one year of going to the daycare! Somehow always, these milestones make it look like time flies but this one took me by surprise. I was like "Has it just been a year?! Feels a lot longer!". That is 52 weeks of staying away from mom for a few hours everyday. In this 52 weeks, we saw a few weeks of sickness, maybe 6-8. Not bad, I'd say :) Coincidentally, it also means I

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A lot of my friends and family have been increasingly wondering how I am coping (including Subhash;)). Whenever someone says that, I actually think, wait a minute, what exactly am I coping with? Sure, mother in law has been in the hospital for two weeks now, Rohan has been extremely unwell for the past 5 days, Subhash has been unwell for the last couple days, maid has not been coming for 4 days

DivSuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17329533323640575989noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18773361.post-77367965460198450202011-10-17T21:52:00.000+05:302011-10-17T21:52:47.630+05:30

Last week was very "full". Of experiences and memories. I met a couple of people very dear to me! One was my director when I was in SJ. He is an awesome guy and built a really awesome team too! When I was moving to India, I used to sit in his office for half an hour everyday and crib about how much I will miss being in the team and he always used to listen patiently and eagerly. A great listener

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With this central government for more reasons than one. But probably the most dangerous of these is this: Now in Uttarakhand too The friendly neighbors encroach more and more and we live blissfully on. What a pathetic state of affairs.

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Today I had to go by MG Road for an exam. Somehow, once I cross Domlur and go towards MG Road, I feel the memories of the past flooding back. When we were kids/teenagers, a Bangalore-Mysore-Tumkur trip was a done deal at least once a year since all my dad's family was here. And when I start going towards MG Road, the old Bangalore visits always come back to my mind. It's like the Domlur bridge is

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Less than a week after his second birthday where I was wishing this year should have less sickness, I got that dreaded call from the daycare. He had discharge from his eyes, they suspected conjunctivitis and they wanted me to take him home. He did have a lot of discharge in the morning when he woke up but I didn't suspect anything serious. So I went, dropped him and picked him back and came home,

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I got this comment on my previous post : Anonymous said... wow nice my daughter is 1.5 .How and when should I start letters and alphabet books ? does your son sit at one place and read them.When do they start speaking? @Anonymous - If I say I didn't do anything to make him start saying his letters you probably wouldn't believe me? :) We do have some board books (for letters) which others

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Today my son turns two and I turn a two-year old mom :) When did I turn a two year old mom? Am I still not that girl of seventeen?? (which somehow my brain is always stuck at, and also which happens to be the age when I first met Subhash ;) ) It has been an eventful year. One where I have seen my son start talking, saying his alphabets, numbers, rhymes, songs etc. Also seen him fall sick (yeah,

DivSuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17329533323640575989noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18773361.post-46580951482413359652011-08-31T17:15:00.000+05:302011-08-31T17:15:35.913+05:30

So I was at the salon and I saw this person walk in. She had short hair and said she wanted it trimmed since she had a family function to attend tomorrow. In the course of the conversation, she asked how come the place is rather empty to which my hair stylist said it is because it is a holiday. She said, "ohh my I forgot, we are working today, see". Then I figured that she might be some big exec

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I thought I saw the worst traffic in my life on 880 (237 E to Dixon Landing moving towards Fremont) at rush hour. Today came very, very close to that nightmare. Left campus at 4.40 PM and reached the other end of the Kadubeesanahalli junction at 5.50 PM! This stretch is 400 mts! Effectively it is just like crossing the road (earlier there was a signal where I could just go straight, but because

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Today is an important day in my life. Whether I say it aloud or not, I always remember it and quietly acknowledge it to myself. Today is the day I left home, flew out of the nest to test my wings so to speak. Literally too. I boarded a flight from Hyd to Chicago and life has never looked back or looked the same again. It is 10 years today since I flew into the US. The reason was a Masters

DivSuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17329533323640575989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18773361.post-2461047561337531592011-08-09T10:28:00.002+05:302011-08-09T10:28:46.995+05:30

My dad turns 60 today! Happy Birthday Dad!! I hope you have many more great years ahead :)

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OK, one last try at this. Last time I wrote a post and it published a blank one, I had not copied the matter and it was lost forever. I re-wrote a second time and (duh! still didn't copy) and it again published a blank post. Frustrated, I gave up! So we got this DVR (TataSky) around 8 weeks ago and I am thoroughly enjoying it. I recorded all the movies I wanted to watch but couldn't in the last

DivSuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17329533323640575989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18773361.post-17757749532854005762011-08-06T19:12:00.002+05:302011-08-08T14:40:13.539+05:30

Looks like this has fixed itself now!

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The son got pushed (at least according to his teachers and principal) at the daycare by some other kid and he fell on his chin and broke it. It was horrible. A big gash and blood all over his shirt. It was painful to watch. We took him to Manipal and when they said sutures we were not at all sure and decided to take him to his regular paed. He checked it, said sutures would leave a 1mm scar, else

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(This happened on May14th, I had it in my drafts) We were on the way back home from the daycare after the PTA meet. When we reached CABS (3 minutes from home), the son finished playing with everything he could and wanted to drive. So he went and sat with his Dad. But eventually he wanted to drive all by himself and was pushing away Subhash's hand. When Subhash kept bringing his hand back to

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When we were in Hyd this time, I was managing in laws' house for a few days while Subhash's mom was out. And her maid apparently was inquiring about me yesterday asking if I liked her work etc. And she asked my mother in law where her second son was, since she mentioned she has two sons and she didn't see the second one. Mother in law said, they were here, right, second son and daughter-in-law.

DivSuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17329533323640575989noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18773361.post-62626856818125440812011-07-04T12:06:00.000+05:302011-07-04T12:06:13.481+05:30

And I realized that I get nearly 3500 emails every week and a half. I didn't carry my laptop with me this time and I do not possess a Blackberry yet so I was stuck with that many emails to clear last evening and this morning. And Entourage for MAC downloads at the rate of 10 emails a minute so you can imagine my frustration at the client because I respond to emails only to figure it downloads a

DivSuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17329533323640575989noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18773361.post-46545612981123253012011-06-16T09:56:00.001+05:302011-06-16T09:57:13.098+05:30

I don't know why MS keeps pushing office updates on Mac saying they are critical. With every update more things are broken. The latest being, opening an attachment in Entourage takes forever. The last update totally messed up my PPT toolbars. None of them would be visible. You would have to go unselect a toolbar, then re-select it and then click anywhere on the slide to make it appear. I mean,

DivSuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17329533323640575989noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18773361.post-58883558238522619772011-06-15T21:40:00.000+05:302011-06-15T21:40:36.998+05:30

Today I was coming home on the usual route. There was a guy in a car in front of me. In a Honda City. And he kept smoking and kept dropping the left over cigarette stubs on the road. I wanted to ask him, how come the car needs to be clean while the road can do with a few cigarette stubs. I never understand how people manage to do that in spite of the education they have..

DivSuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17329533323640575989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18773361.post-91139389634873118402011-06-08T12:39:00.000+05:302011-06-08T12:39:22.947+05:30

I was feeling increasingly guilty of abandoning this blog space. Lack of topics to titillate the readers, plus probably a slight (only a very slight) lack of time maybe. But then, today a colleague at work said she knew me through my blog some years ago. Made me feel really sorry for this blog. It has helped me gain so many new friends and I keep neglecting it. I came back and checked the last

DivSuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17329533323640575989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18773361.post-76542869533596715682011-04-19T19:00:00.000+05:302011-04-19T19:00:59.937+05:30

Today it was drizzling when me and the son were driving back from work. I rolled down the windows (which I do very rarely) so that I can enjoy the rain (no smells, remember?) drops. I rolled down just my window and the passenger seat (son sits in his own sinhasan aka car seat at the back). Suddenly he yelped angrily and held his hair. I am assuming either it was the wind or a rain drop. He didn't

DivSuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17329533323640575989noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18773361.post-78012390100341360172011-04-19T18:56:00.000+05:302011-04-19T18:56:19.931+05:30

Was down with a beastly cold all weekend (starting Friday evening). I lost my voice and faculties of smell and taste. Voice is slowly back now, but smell and taste still evade. For the past four days I have been having food very mechanically without relishing it at all. If you know how much of a foodie I am, you will understand what kind of torture this is. To eat and to not experience the food.

DivSuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17329533323640575989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18773361.post-71756575349714309722011-04-09T19:41:00.000+05:302011-04-09T19:41:14.712+05:30

So it was a completely anti-climactic birthday. Subhash and I were planning to take off for the day and do something nice, but his CEO decided to visit just for the day and he had a slot with him to present his work. Can't say no to that. Plus he had to have dinner with him. No to that is also not possible. So off we went to our own workplaces. He in fact had to leave earlier and came back much

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The wait for the World Cup. I am sick almost of all the Facebook pages being filled with myriad updates, but I must confess, that this World Cup victory has its special place for me too. For the one and only reason being that we scored over Sri Lanka. The 1996 semi-final at Eden Garden was when I stopped watching cricket. Or at least, stopped putting my heart into it at any rate. I remember

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With one employer. Yesterday. Probably for the first time I forgot on that day, but hey, I remembered a day later ;) I cannot believe it is 6 years already! Seems like yesterday when HR made a bungle and I had to join a week later. This makes it 3 years in San Jose and 3 years in Bangalore and for some reason the SJ years seem to have flown by much faster than the Bangalore ones ;) Here is hoping

DivSuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17329533323640575989noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18773361.post-82054599629429077022011-03-11T19:05:00.001+05:302011-03-11T19:13:07.266+05:30

Some months ago I wrote this post on Telangana. Months later, I had stopped following the news and anything related to this "agitation" since it was becoming more and more of a joke. I knew that everytime KCR went on a fast, he'd take a (few) crore(s) to stop the tamasha. Well, I said, no point. But what happened on Tuesday was a shame. The tank bund is one of the symbols of Hyderabad and what

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I didn't know I would ever do such a thing which can be correctly categorized as spring cleaning. There was some seeping dampness in our bedroom walls this past rainy season and this had in turn attracted a lot of minute insects. We tried pest control, which I think killed all of them. But now with the coming heat, I believe all of the corpses were beginning to fly off the walls. Have been sick

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Thanks to everyone for the wishes! We had a great time yesterday, our five year wedding anniversary. We dropped the son off at daycare, then went to White Mantra. Spa was good, it is a neat little place tucked away in Rustam Bagh, so we didn't have to go very far from home. By the time we got done, it was 3ish so we couldn't really plan a good lunch and settled for an uninspiring buffet @Citrus,

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Last one for today. (I didn't realize I had such a backlog of reviews till I started writing them) We had the Sunday brunch at the Taj West End last Sunday. @Mynt. Food spread was expansive. So much so that you didn't know what to pick in confusion. But the vegetarian choice was limited and very uninteresting. What I loved was two things (no, make it three). Their dessert spread was awesomest

DivSuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17329533323640575989noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18773361.post-53408041702330809812011-02-06T22:25:00.001+05:302011-02-06T22:26:27.225+05:30

Since I am at restaurant reviews, I cannot give Taco Bell a miss. I think I ranted on this blog earlier about how the Malleswaram Taco Bell ads appear all over the Indiranagar area making me sour over having to travel all the way there to just eat at Taco Bell (which I anyways didn't do!). So Koramangala now has its own Taco Bell and I have been wanting to eat in it ever since they opened shop.

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Today we finally went to Medici. We always saw this place on our umpteen trips around 100ft road but never went in because Subhash thought its name was too much like medicine (what a reason?!) Today we wanted to have dinner out and wanted to try something new (after feeling yesterday that we aren't exploring enough). So I read up reviews for Medici on Burrp and decided to try it. No regrets at

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Perhaps his quietest month birthday. I am just glad that he has been doing ok for the first time in 3-4 days without throwing up or having diarrhea. Wanted to give him a break from the daycare so for the next two days, back to our pre-daycare routine. Me goes in the morning to work, comes back before lunch and then Subhash leaves. Hoping that with one week away from daycare, his virus will be

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So the son is sick. He has been having varying problems since a month. First, in our Hyd trip for the Christmas break, he went on a finger-licking rampage and got himself diarrhea. Which resulted in a bad, bad case of nappy rash, which moved on to thrush, which didn't get cured till we we were a week back in Bangalore. Then Subhash had to leave for the UK for a week from 8th, and I fell sick, the

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I was taking an after lunch stroll with one of my colleagues who happens to be this great admin. And she now has to take on additional responsibilities for an entire floor. So I was telling her, that might be a lot of work and she said, it really depends on how pampered the engineers are. If the manager pampers them, then they think they can get anything. Anything they wish for is a command and

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So I have resolved for 2011 to be a better mom at training the son to eat on his own and giving him more variety and nutrition in food. Towards working on that goal, this morning I gave him his Graduates snack stars (Gerber) and he did pick them up in his hands but he threw all of them down. So I tried once more and this time I ate one and showed him what to do. After I did that he actually

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Time for re-cap. In the past few years, 2010 I would say, has been the most average. With each year beating the earlier one in terms of the goodies it delivered, 2010 was the one "break". But 2010 had a lot of stuff I should be thankful for. Stuff that is not hits-you-in-the face sort of ecstatic but the more tenacious, steady sort of good. It afforded me the flexible opportunity to work from

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So I got depressed that the URL analysis said it didn't find any posts in English. Well, we move on. For the past week, I somehow kept getting reminded of something that someone said to me over 15 years ago. One of my cousins put a picture of one of our school teachers on Facebook (Mark, you are Time's man of the year!) and this teacher was the one who said that. I told on some of my friends

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I saw this on Shilpa's blog and tried it. And this is what I got: Sinusoidal Scribbles Ups and Downs, General Notes on Life;) Text analysis Could not find any enough English posts. Posts with less than 50 words are disregarded.     What the?!?!?!?!

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I was reading a news paper ad about BYJU - The serial CAT topper. I figured without much ado, as to what a CAT topper meant, but I didn't know how you could ever be a serial CAT topper unless you were stupid enough to give the CAT exam year after year in spite of topping it one year. Then I took the pains to read through the whole ad. BYJU was just the owner (or so I presume) of the institute

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I got a MAC in July and Subhash has been suggesting that I do a post on what I like and what I don't. I have been putting it off but I think now I have the leisure to do a little bit of thinking on this tool of my trade. Overall, it is not a wonder machine, awesome thingy. It is just another machine, which runs fast, which runs quiet (this is a big plus over my older Lenovo) and does its work

DivSuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17329533323640575989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18773361.post-77015196730391180222010-12-07T18:21:00.000+05:302010-12-07T18:21:52.582+05:30

For the first time in my 4+ years of XBOX ownership, I played on it for the first time for three successive days for at least an interval of 30 mins :) (I think that makes Subhash very happy since he always felt vaguely sad that I never play on the XBOX). Thanks to Kinect. And more importantly thanks to the Fitness game in it. It is an awesome device and leaves me much in awe of how much humans

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Yes, I have taken a long hiatus from this blog. Blame it on the cosmic powers ;) Yesterday was COLD. I mean, after moving from California, it was the first time I felt cold when I walked out into the open at 4 PM. That is saying something for South Indian weather. The cold brought me back to my blog though ;)

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A very nervous weekend is already one week old! This week both the son and me started out on new ventures. He @ Cisco's daycare and I with a new team. Already we are one week into it. I think he has adapted ok. Of course there is always the guilt that Subhash and I have somewhere hidden that we are sending a 13 month old away to be cared for by someone else. But I know this will be better for him

DivSuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17329533323640575989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18773361.post-33844974759312654092010-11-13T10:13:00.000+05:302010-11-13T10:13:11.238+05:30

..when I got this: Most part of the credit goes to my ex-boss, KT, whom I have always tried to emulate. Thanks A! It made my day :)

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So I am changing teams at work and was doing a routine cleanup of things (I remember my ex-boss did this when he moved and I was trying to emulate his efficiency). So I cleaned up all my mailing lists, and also my internal chat client. What I came to know yesterday, quite shocked me. Apparently the stupid Adium client for MAC, sends out a notification to everyone in my list saying on my request

DivSuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17329533323640575989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18773361.post-10930712029217314362010-11-09T07:28:00.000+05:302010-11-09T07:28:49.371+05:30

This weekend was good. I caught up with a few friends from my pre-university days. I was just thinking, we became friends when we were 15 and now we have all crossed our 30 marks, which means we have been friends for 15 years!! That sounded like a solidly large number of years! Made me surprised and feel old at the same time. When I spoke with one of them late Sunday evening, I realized how very

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Sometimes you go through tough phases. Tough decisions. Tough discussions. Then a few people support you, a few people say something that makes you feel that the journey so far was worth it. So here is saying a BIG thank you to G, K, U, P and A :) You made my day yesterday!! PS: Sorry, I just got to be vague here :)

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So we got home the new car yesterday. Since this was going to be a second car, we were particular about buying a small one and an automatic so we homed in on the Hyundai i10 Automatic. They've come out with a new model recently and it is a sackful of goodies. I always loved the Volkswagen's blue backlight for the dash and the i10 also has it! First eye-catcher for me. Then of course, it is

DivSuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17329533323640575989noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18773361.post-10673375871018448182010-10-11T17:03:00.000+05:302010-10-11T17:03:43.229+05:30

News papers do not proof-read. We all know that. With every passing day, the language in ToI gets worse and worse. But what I didn't know is that big BOLD flash news items are also not proof-read on TV. Yesterday, there was a CWG round up where the anchors were getting all emotional about Sania Mirza's "emotional" interview. And the flash across the screen, big and bold, occupying half the

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Yesterday, Subhash, the son and I headed out at 9.30 or so in the night for an after dinner dessert. We found a sweet spot right opposite the Cream and Fudge store in Indiranagar and so we attempted to park there. We couldn't park forward on, so we decided to parallel park reverse on and we took the car ahead to align along side the car before us. While Subhash was making the cut, there was this

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The son has surely taken after his parents. I never used to study without the walk-man on (the iPod generation probably doesn't know what a walk-man is ;) ). Apparently it was the same for Subhash. Now the son. He has a walker which plays different tunes when you press the different piano keyboard style buttons. He no longer uses the walker since he is walking on his own now. So we removed

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The time ticker says "Rohan is 1 year old! Congratulations" I think congratulations it should be. It has been a..hmm..I cannot find the exact word..hands-full one year! Today I was trying to think of events one year ago and all I could remember was the nervousness and the pain. I feel guilty that I didn't "enjoy" my entry to motherhood as much as I am "supposed" to. I went through an elective

DivSuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17329533323640575989noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18773361.post-58596038072978096792010-09-17T19:52:00.000+05:302010-09-17T19:52:03.235+05:30

So my maid yelled into her phone the other day (she is on her mobile talking to someone or another 50% of her work hours). I asked her what was up and if it was a prank call. She said, yeah, and the person would change the language in which he was conversing to throw her off the scent and make her think it was different people. But she said she knew because of the caller ID. I mean what kind of

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My life as it has been running for the past few months would have been impossible but for one simple button. The MUTE one. It lets me breathe while the son is playing/shrieking without losing all my nerves with the worry that all the folks on the (conference) bridge would hear it. Such a simple device, yet such a profound service it does me. It is quite remarkable! :)

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I got an email invitation from some unknown person and by an accident, I clicked on Accept instead of clicking on "View the invitation". And now I just cannot find a way to remove this person from my connections. I detest adding unknown people to my accounts on social networking sites (professional or otherwise) and this has been majorly paining me for the past five minutes. Anyone knows how to

DivSuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17329533323640575989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18773361.post-74957947584723940012010-08-31T19:08:00.001+05:302010-08-31T19:08:52.728+05:30

The baby is sleeping The cooker just hooted its three whistles, which means till the next 20 mins (till it cools down), I have no work in the kitchen I finished doing weights I tucked away the laundry That evening call at 6.30 got canceled Now I can peacefully sit for the next 15-20 mins (or till the baby wakes up, whichever is earlier) and get some work done. I feel happy, one of those rare

DivSuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17329533323640575989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18773361.post-51185133951168722122010-08-27T23:05:00.000+05:302010-08-27T23:05:37.105+05:30

Today was one of those days. When the day disappears in a whirlwind of tasks. From the morning, to now, it has been one thing or another at work. Escalations, tracking, meetings, more meetings, multiple meetings at the same time where I am needed in all, so apologizing to some people for not making it, calls, and all the rest of the good stuff. I just cleared my Inbox full of tasks. And today the

DivSuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17329533323640575989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18773361.post-38598570516192958772010-08-24T16:24:00.001+05:302010-08-24T16:25:44.468+05:30

One of those rare off days today, thanks to Raksha Bandhan. And all the more pleasant since I had no inkling of an approaching holiday till yesterday morning, when sitting in one of those meetings, I was enlightened by my peers about it. The son usually loves to bulldoze through the blocks tower I make for him. He patiently waits till I am done with it and then goes and gives it a fistful,

DivSuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17329533323640575989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18773361.post-64767659466180567262010-08-19T06:58:00.013+05:302010-11-09T16:44:01.059+05:30

Today, it is five years since Subhash and I got engaged in a formal ceremony. I remember that trip as if it was yesterday. I had just joined Cisco back then, a few months into, and I didn't have enough vacation to go to India. Subhash's brother was getting married and I knew his parents would be happy if I'd be around too. Plus I wanted my parents to visit me in California, so I thought, I'd go

DivSuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17329533323640575989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18773361.post-81382058731774375032010-08-18T22:37:00.000+05:302010-08-18T22:37:13.461+05:30

Subhash sent me some newsletter he has subscribed to about the baby's week-on-week development. There was some nice stuff in it (he subscribed, not me, see that?) As usual, it gave me the jitters. For whatever reason, I am very nervous to read these things. When you know that these 100 things should happen this week, it is easy to get upset when one of them doesn't. At least that is my

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In the last three months, I have had two harrowing experiences at temples. One was at Tirumala and one was near my aunt's place at Raja Rajeshwari Nagara (Mysore road). I believe a temple should be a peaceful place, where people respect others' need to pray, maintain silence and you can really focus on the one thing you are there to focus on. The GOD. But these two experiences left me wanting

DivSuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17329533323640575989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18773361.post-87110805362773251422010-08-15T21:29:00.000+05:302010-08-15T21:29:50.015+05:30

I sat down to blog and then I checked my Inbox. There was a mail asking if I'd been busy. Someone was missing my updates! Talking to people is always like a sounding board, you hear what is hidden in your own mind. I was trying to explain to someone I knew, about why I was not blogging. When I discovered that it is not so much not having time to write as to not knowing what to write. Days are a

DivSuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17329533323640575989noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18773361.post-90673134079300376252010-07-31T22:45:00.000+05:302010-07-31T22:45:29.224+05:30

The next one in nails!!

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The daycare at work seems to be seeing the light of the day at last! But I am not hoping yet. These guys have gone and worked themselves up to make it one of the best (if not THE best) daycares in Bangalore and so in the process, will be importing teachers from Singapore for the initial few months, till they can hire local talent, and those few months, they will take in only 10 kids. 10 kids! I

DivSuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17329533323640575989noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18773361.post-35042318711455863522010-07-24T18:06:00.000+05:302010-07-24T18:06:39.558+05:30

So the health check results came out and I was surprised. My cholesterol levels were high. Especially the triglycerides, they were not even marginally high, they went beyond and were in the High range. My overall cholesterol was within normal range (although it puzzles me how that can be). Doc said, it is stress induced. I said it might be genetic, we have a family history of it. Or it might be

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The latest in nails for me!!

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I just got home my shiny new Macbook Pro. Cisco had halted all orders to get in the new models with one of Intel's latest and greatest chips, i5. I was working from home yesterday since the medical checkup thing brought me back to Airport road and when I came home and checked email, I figured that I had this waiting for me back at work. So today, we went to campus, after calling and confirming

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I wrote this post on Dr. Prakash Kini a while ago. So it was annual health check up time yesterday. I went through height, weight, ECG, etc in Campus and then they drove us to Diamond District for further tests in NM. I was going through the Sonogram for all organs (liver, stomach, uterus etc) when the doc there asked me if I had a normal delivery. I said I had a C-Sec. She had a minor shock,

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This is one of the songs my son watches regularly. Lyrics roughly translated. Aaku kavala, poovu kavala (Do you want the leaf or the flower?) Poovu kavali (I want the flower) Poovu kavala, pandu kavala (Do you want the flower or the fruit?) Pandu kavali (I want the fruit) Pandu kavala, laddu kavala (Do you want the fruit or the laddu?) Laddu kavali (I want the laddu) Laddu kavala, amma kavala (

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In more ways than one, this is my buzzword. Mistakes. We all make them. How we learn from them defines who we are. If you ask me, life is the story of what mistakes you make and how you grow out of it. Now more than ever, I am always conscious of allowing people the leeway to make mistakes. If someone in the team makes one, I am always careful how I deal with it. I don't want to make the

DivSuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17329533323640575989noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18773361.post-61557709847434094792010-07-02T20:56:00.000+05:302010-07-02T20:56:33.270+05:30

Today I took an auto @ Kadubeesanahalli junction to Murugeshpalya and showed him the route I take from behind the airport. He was super thrilled with it. No traffic, no pollution, he was simply shocked. He said "I have been driving an auto for 10 years and I have never come this way". I was feeling a bit flattered I must confess. But then I was just passing on what one auto guy taught me to

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So Monday is off in the US. For July 4. Monday is also "off" in India. It is an All India (Bharat) Bandh, declared jointly by all opposition parties (boy, enemy's enemy is a friend, we all firmly follow this, and nothing unites the politicians better than when the running government is in a soft spot). So are we closing? Of course not. We all get to Work From Home (WFH). We are part of the "

DivSuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17329533323640575989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18773361.post-51851107597801104082010-07-01T11:27:00.000+05:302010-07-01T11:27:05.833+05:30

Unfortunately one of the only things in life that you get absolutely free. Me: Jogging.. Fellow jogger (now walking): KFK#KWK#K@ Me: (Stop, remove headphones and ask): Sorry, what? Fellow jogger: You should breathe through your nose. Not your mouth. I know that you should breathe through your nose. Me: (Smile politely) : Ohh, ok. (Turn and roll eyes) If I was younger, I wouldn't have rolled my

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Subhash has this theory: Whatever you say about others is like a boomerang, it comes right back at you. Since I have heard this theory I have seen ample incidents which have given proof to it. More so in the past few weeks. I have seen things happen to people who have ridiculed others for the very same things. So much so that now, when I start on the ridicule train (even in my mind), I take a

DivSuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17329533323640575989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18773361.post-38671271868604983202010-06-30T10:43:00.002+05:302010-07-08T17:00:56.901+05:30

Yet again. No this time this is not a problem with licensing the "iOS" name out to Apple (really, they borrowed iPhone and now iOS, losers!), but this: Cisco Cius I think (and hope) this will be big. Now only if it did something for our stock, that would be something more to smile about ;) PS: Been very slack with blogging. Normally during a trough (although I call this blog sinusoidal) I do

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My term for blogging ebb. Too many things to write about for a change. But most of the topics are sensitive so wondering what to do, that is all.Ohh, and one reader anonymously commented that I have been away for very long and that kind of made my day, people do read this blog and miss its lack of updates !! Well, one deal is that the son is finally sporting a clean shaven head. He turned 9

DivSuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17329533323640575989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18773361.post-26105157786756419522010-06-09T18:51:00.001+05:302010-06-09T22:02:01.460+05:30

For the nth time we went to Italia (old name: Little Italy on Indiranagar 100ft road) last night for dinner. We had to visit a friend of Subhash's who had a baby recently and didn't make dinner before leaving so we ended up going to Italia after much debate on where else we can go. I guess more than the good all-vegetarian food that they serve, it is the comfort of a known place that draws us to

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It is that time of year. Yesterday, the colony was full of school buses and kids hurrying off to school. I guess schools have re-opened. I always feel sorry for the kids that they have to get back to school. In fact one of the twin girls who lives five to six houses down our lane was crying inconsolably to go to school. But it somehow always brings back good memories to my mind. I loved school.

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That is how many emails I have to plough through for not having checked official email for a whole week. Boy! We do take communication to new heights. I have been at it more or less non stop for the last 3 hours and still I am only 500 emails through :( I am resisting the temptation to do CTRL+A and SHFT+DEL. ;)

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..to be home ...for the 10C drop in temperature ....for my 15.1" laptop monitor and the space it affords me to organize my email and browser .....for the successful completion of the son's sixth flight where he didn't so much as wink during take off and landing and thoroughly enjoyed it playing with crew and me and his dad ......for my sister who got married And many more such..

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When I was in the US, I loved Air India. For its food. All the way home and especially on the way back (when you are home sick on the flight itself), they used to dish up delicious and hot Indian meals. And they fed you so often that it was tough to sleep.. Today we took the Bangalore-Hyd flight. Flight duration is 50 minutes. As soon as we took off, the breakfast was served. 3 idlis, 2 vadas,

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Today my eight-month old son took his fifth flight! Next week we fly back to Bangalore and that will be his sixth. He seems to be averaging a little less than one flight per month of his life so far!! Good god! I still remember the heebie-jeebies I had when  flew with him the first time when he was 20 days old! I was so damn nervous, that I sat on the edge of my nerves even though he was fast

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As I see it, of course ;) First few months after the baby's birth.. Generation X: Typically large joint families. Women had an average of 10 kids give or take. And each woman had experience with raising not just her own kids but also her own sisters and brothers besides nephews/nieces (husband's brothers' kids mostly since ours was/is a patriarchal society). So upshot: Lots of experience with

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So I turned 2/3rds of a year old mother today. And the son is slowly learning to crawl. And the mother is slowly beginning to fret taking her eyes off him for a split second, lest he should go tumble somewhere. Life is on its toes! Of course, the son looks up at the mother and gives a big smile and tries to crawl towards her and life is all good. One couldn't imagine any better :) Slowly but

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Often I've wondered why we said our tables (multiplication tables I mean) this way: Two ones are two Two twos are four Two threes are six ..and so on. I always thought it was a serious grammatical error since it should read "two (times) 1 IS two", "two (times) two IS four" etc. Only recently when Subhash was talking to Rohan and doing the two table (oh don't ask me why an 8 month old needs to

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Or both? Subhash is a very non-exercise person. He very very very rarely exercises. And he eats moderately, doesn't freak out on food like me, but doesn't particularly watch what he is eating either. I, on the other hand, religiously wake up every morning, go for my jog/walk, do hand weights, ab exercises etc. Yet I have a perennial paunch and feel fat (of course I love food). Especially so

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No, not the traditional customs but the customs of customs and excise fame which we all dread so at our airports. I had no idea we had to pay duty on "importing" new clothing into the country!! They even tax you if you are doing it for personal use (and not to do business). This is what I found out yesterday when I got dinged on a dress that I ordered online and which had to come from overseas.

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