"PROCRASTINATION" Hmmmmm...Is It???

As weekend approaches. Plans will be made and shelved. Some, might be carried out. Just might. I have an invitation from a friend to make a quick trip to Connecticut via NY. Tempting, very tempting. But I must resist. I need to go out with my team to Hocking hills. Procrastination has become my middle name(given by a Frend).

Someone pointed out to me that I've become a lazy person. And I was too lazy to present opposition to that claim. Damn! A friend dreamt of someone writing poetry and leaving behind copies all over the park. Weird dream, I know. Weirder poet. I laughed. Till someone else pointed out that writing poetry on a blog for everyone to read isnt much different.

Oh well. *shrugs shoulders* .

Baking brownies for your friends is another bad idea. Especially when they dont show any interest in having it. *sigh* VK says there's no reason someone shouldnt be able to get along with me. Very flattering. I wish everyone has friends like him. Sometimes, even a lie can cheer you up! The Clevland plan has sunk even before it was officially floated. Much sadness. Niagra plan will be accomplished.Apparently, it will be a lifetime experience. Another thing for the to-do list? Someone is really testing my patience at times.

I dont want to burst like a bubble. Breathe in. Breathe out. Repeat.

It is time for me to make a few decisions. Not all decisions are happy decisions. Not all times are happy times.

And that's okay. Really. Okay.

Circumstances demands and makes you take decisions.

Nicities.com :)

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

La la la la lalala... etc etc etc.

Its the Amy's birthday today, and I've taken it upon myself to thoroughly embarass him by making a blog post about it. Of course, if I were to link his blog, I think I'll be murdered (coz the Amy doesnt like attention), so I'll skip that and let him live comfortably in his little-known virtual abode.

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You are not Atlas.

On your shoulders,

the world does not rest.

So put down those worries

shrug it off, just once,

and do what you do best.

Take your mind off work,

have some rip-roarin-fun.

And for this great gyaan

Just say, 'thanks a ton'.

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Okay, that was too much of nicities, even for me ;)

Recently, I've been quite baffled by the names some bloggers choose to identify themselves. I mean, seriously, creativity and stupidity are seperated by 16 letters in the english dictionary. I wish I could shower you with examples, but being the politically correct person that I am *ahem*, I obviously cant rant about random blogs and bloggers here. Dont fancy getting sued. But I will however, present my special critique on some of my favourite bloggers' names... atleast on those that seem to have a good enough sense of humour to take criticism well.

The forked tongue shall be in action some good day ;)

My first International Flight

The thought of an 20-hour flight can be quite daunting. Knowing that I will land in Paris at 8:50 in the morning, and not be able to sleep all day is even more daunting. I slept very little the previous night.I was at the airport at 10pm. The flight took off at 1:55am, or that was the scheduled time atleast. I was asleep before the plane took off. And other than an orange juice and a supper, nothing else interrupted my 8 hour slumber. Such is the power of sleep deprivation.

When the flight approaches Paris, the sunrise colours and the city lights below form a beautiful picture. That alone is worth the effort of checking-in early online for a window seat. It is. Also, the city lights spread until so far away - Paris is apparently the most romantic city and ofcourse one of the places I want to visit before I die. Aha.

Seeing the day start. Again.

I saw a time that I had seen before.

Nothing fancy, I just crossed the international date line ;)

Saturday morning happened twice for me.

In different countries.

In different continents.

The mood remained the same though. Excited.

First question I asked myself on landing in Paris - What a language?

I wasnt getting a single word out of it.

Then we took a flight from Paris to NewYork after doing some window shopping at the Paris airport....The touchdown was smooth, the immigration was quick,the baggage was the last. The customs were stopping everyone and asking questions - but a smiling indian girl who said ‘Good morning officer, how are you?’ was allowed to proceed with just a question.

The question I was asked - Ma'am, are you here for business or pleasure?

My response - Hi, I'm here on project!

The immigration officer... oops, the Federal Inspection Agent I mean, wasnt very amused that I didnt pick one of the two choices offered to me. But I'm sorry... saying I'm here for pleasure sounds kind of corny to me! and i somehow didnt feel like saying am here for bussiness.Then we had 2 hrs of waiting time and a short flight to Columbus.

All our collegues were der at airport to pick us up.The jet lag was quite evident on our faces.We checked in the hotel ,got fresh and had dinner at an indian restaurant.

So the journey to a new country was niether very pleasent nor very unpleasent.

Tag Time

Now-a-days most of my friends have started tagging me...will dig into this later...they feel this is the best way to extract what i think....well buddies this wont work in long run...better think for something else ;-)

1. Pick out a scar you have, and explain how you got it:
Numerous scars on both knees... and a major one on left hand...obtained usually while attempting to chase and beat a bet made by friends. Of course all attempts were not successful, resulting in falls over concrete, grass, glass, stones. Ouch.

2. What is on the walls in your room?
A beautiful painting of Horse running in water.

3. What does your phone look like.
Nokia 6600... hoping to change it soon.

4. What music do you listen to?
hindi, and selected english songs.

5. What is your current desktop picture?
Tom Cruise with a sexy stubble... woohoo.

6. What do you want more than anything right now?
Stop thinking....now-a-days its my hobby


7. What time were you born?
My memory is good, but not that good.


8. What are you listening to?
Thats the way it is - Celine Dion.

9. The last person to make you cry?
Myself, with a little help from someone else.

10. What is your favourite perfume/cologne?
DKNY 'Be Delicious'

11. What kind of hair/eye colour do you like on the opposite sex?
I'm not too fussed...

12. Do you like pain killers?
Does anybody?

13. Are you too shy to ask someone out?
I think so. But, not asked actually until now....

14. Fave pizza topping?
Yaaack!!!!! I hate pizza

15. If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?
My words.

16. Who was the last person you made mad?
My Manager? ;-)

17. Is anyone in love with you?
I havent received the memo on this.