How to Not do well in a Job Interview.

1. Make a self-deprecating joke and laugh at it for about 5 minutes. Stop laughing and look sad.

2. Yawn when the interviewer talks about the company and look at him with a straight face.

3. Say that your weakness is ‘Working too hard..’. And then let out a small giggle.

4.  If the interviewer starts talking about himself, look up and start following the wings of the fan.

5. Keep a smile. ALL THROUGH THE INTERVIEW. When the interviewer gets confused and asks you why you are smiling, answer with a smile.

6. In case of a simulation exercise, start humming the tune of Zee Horror Show with wide eyes when the interviewer is narrating a critical problem scenario.

7. Keep looking at the watch and say, “Oh, don’t mind me, I might get my uncle’s inheritance anytime now!”.  Look vibrant with joy when you say that.

8. Scratch yourself.

9. Take out your hairbrush and brush your hair, while the interview is on.

10. Set your phone’s ringtone to ‘Die Motherf****r Die’. Keep it on Normal Mode.

11. Ask the interviewer for a ride back home after the interview is done.

12. Wear a sleeveless shirt and shiny leather pants. Arrive like a boss.

13. Bring your mother along.

14. Stalk the HR for two days after the interview.

15. Burp loudly and say, “Sorry, Beer”. Giggle like a small girl.

16. Wear Sunglasses. Snore every now and then.

17. Ask to use a bathroom. Come back after 15 minutes and say, “Sorry, Indian Food, I tell you!”.

18. Bring a photo album along. When asked about yourself, start sharing pictures of friends and family.

SO there we were, driving around in Bandra at 2 a.m when we saw this. 

-LOL- 

The writings on a clearly whitewashed fence of what looked like a posh building. This is why I love the drunken stupors in Mumbai. 

I NEED to know who did this, just so that I can applaud!

If any of you have a clue who it was, do tell!

Labels.

.

There is nothing worse than labelling a person. The problem with labels is that they put people in a bracket of assumptions, in a shell that they can't get out of. Labels are an outcome of ignorance. When something is beyond your understanding, how much easier is it to simply label the person than to find out why that person acts in a certain manner. It is the easy way out. And that is exactly why I dislike it. Once you label a person, nobody cares about the evidence of its validity. When you label a person, you scuff away any opportunity for them to rise above the expectation. If a woman is disgusted by a 'Woman in the kitchen' joke, she's a feminist; if a straight lady has gay friends, she's a fag-hag; if a person does not involve in outrageous acts, he's a loser; if a girl does not kiss on her 3rd date, she's a prude, if she dates a lot of men, she's a slut; if a man does not make a move on the first date, he's a coward.

How can we describe a person in just one word? People are complex, multifaceted. When you label a jar, you are preventing yourself from seeing a part of its contents. Likewise, when you label a person, you are only trying to find a way to not see the side of the person that contradicts your preconceived opinion. Because that takes you out of your comfort zone. It's a way to 'describe' a person in the manner that suits you best. How is that fair? 

Why assume there's only so much to a person? Why not take a chance and find out more? Why not remember, that everyone has the right to be exactly who they are?

Assume nothing. Labels are for objects, not people. 

Tumblr.

I joined.

http://whimsicalness.tumblr.com/

There.

Okay? Bye! 

Iron and Wine.

How the hell did I not find out about this band all this time?

HOW?

Best music I have heard in a while. A *very* long while. 

Here, I am attaching the links to a few songs so that you can hear 'em too. You won't regret it. 

Boy with a coin

Free until they cut me down

Flightless Bird

Fever Dream

I thank lord for this man's being.

Lost and found.

You know the saying, you don't really realise the value of something until you've completely lost it.

It is true alright.


I have always been the kind of person that does not sulk too much over losing things/people. One of my very close friend once told me that he is not sure how he feels about who I am.  He is confused whether he should be really happy about the fact that nothing bothers me so much, or just really worried about the fact that nothing bothers me so much. It bothers him that I can laugh and talk endlessly to people like nothing's wrong right after a big fight.

I think he will be very happy when he reads this post. If, he reads this post at all.

I have this sinking feeling in my heart like I have lost something. I can't really put a finger on it, but I know it's there. I feel happy and sad at the same time. Happy because I actually feel something so strongly, and sad because it takes for me to lose something to have a feeling this strong in the first place.

I have a blank expression and a smile on my face, simultaneously. I feel strong, I feel suddenly weak. I laugh, I don't want to laugh anymore. I talk, I want to be left alone. I want a distraction, I want to be consumed by the thought.

I feel.. confused. And I'd like to believe that is good.

I am finally open to the possibility that there are things/people that matter to me. I may not care about it so much, because my intrinsic self is fighting it so strongly, but at the same time, I know I feel the loss. I feel the pain of losing. And more than anything, I am allowing myself to sulk over it without going "Man, this is bloody stupid!" in my head.

I think I am finally entering a new stage in my life. I am having an evolution, for the lack of a better word.
That being said, I am obviously going to laugh out loud and talk endlessly like nothing's wrong. I am just having an evolution, it's not like someone blew a new soul into me.
:)

I lost. I found.

When I turned 23.

My father and sister flew down from Surat and Bangalore, respectively.

I had seven people call me between 11:30 to 11:55 p.m. just so that they could be the first ones to wish me. KP was officially the first one to wish me. 

My Grad friends (Neha, Kushi, Ram, Ashish, Alkash and Nimish) came over with a cake at 12 a.m. which read 32 instead of 23!  Haw!

My Post grad friends (Neha, P2, Poonam, Aditya, Ankit, Rachita, Nishant, Shubhra, Aditya and Naman)  threw a surprise party for me, where they decorated the room with balloons and confetti. I felt like an eight year old, it made me very happy. : )

My good friend Aditya Pathare reached college early only to decorate the board of the class for me. 

My good friend Poonam took a good dose of yelling from me just to get me to her place (where my friends had arranged for the surprise)

My good friend Neha Dhanuka cooked brownie for me. It was way better than most sizzling brownies I have had.

My good friend Monu ran around on one of his bad days (LOL.. Aww..) so that I could get my birthday gift (a watch) on time. He got a gray dial instead of black. He thought it was a black dial, just a very shiny one. (Hahaha!)

My mom cooked for 12 people in half hour notice. 

My good friend Palki flew down from Chennai.

One of my friend gifted me a pair of Boxing Gloves.

I ate almost half a KG cake. 

I realised I am blessed with such wonderful people in my life.

I love love them all so much. 

: )

The L Word

This, this is one of the most powerful thing that I have heard on a T.V. Series (I am a T.V. Series addict, in case you already didn't know). I would curse myself if I didn't share it.

I am not implying anything against men. That being said, I suppose I agree with this, like most women (and some men who are not living in denial). 


I also understand that two people are capable of making each other better persons. But not this way, they are not.

There is sufficient use of explicit language. For those who dislike it, please stop now. Don't tell me that I didn't warn you later. 


[Mark tries to make amends after Jenny discovers he has been filming her and Shane on hidden cameras]
Mark Wayland: I wish so much that there was something I could do.
Jenny: No, I don't think there's anything that you can do. I think you did it. 
Mark Wayland: When I moved in here, I was the type of guy who was capable of doing shit like this. But I am not that guy anymore. I know that I've said it before, but you and Shane have made me a better man. 
Jenny: Oh, f**k off, Mark. It's not my job to make you a better man and I don't give a shit if I've made you a better man. It's not a f**king woman's job to be consumed and invaded and spat out so that some f**king man can evolve. 
Mark Wayland: That's not what I meant. 
Jenny: What the f**k are you talking about, then, Mark? You give me one reason why you think that I should forgive you. 
Mark Wayland: Because, Jenny. I made a big, big mistake. But from that I have learned how difficult it is to be a woman. 
Jenny: Ugh. Please. 
[Walks away] Mark Wayland: Wait, Jenny! Hey! Look at this! 
[Strips naked] 
Jenny: What are you doing? 
Mark Wayland: Is this what you want? 
Jenny: No. 
[Hurls a pen at him] 
Jenny: What I want is for you to write "F**k me" on your chest. Write it. Do it! And then I want you to walk out that door and I want you to walk down the street, and anybody that wants to f**k you, say, "Sure! Sure! No problem!" And when they do, you have to say, "Thank you very, very much." And make sure that you have a smile on your face. And then, you stupid f**king coward, you're gonna know what it feels like to be a woman.




- The L word. 

He.

He will give you strength when you feel weak. He will make you tea when you're sick, it will be terrible. He will make fun of you. He will laugh when others make fun of you. He will ask them to shut the hell up when it'll cross the line. He will get jealous when other men hit on you. He will flirt with other women in front of you. He will Never flirt with other women when you are not around. He will be your best friend. He will be your punching bag. He will patiently wait while you try on clothes. He will ask you to buy the first thing you pick. He does not care what you look like when you're going out for dinner. But when you do look good, it will show on his face. He will never cheat on you. He will give you all the respect you deserve. He is friendly to your friends. He is a son to your parents. He will not talk ill about you, whether you are together or not. He will not comment on the food you made when you are having it. He will tell you after 3 days how terrible it really was and laugh at you. He will Want to pay for you. He will let you pay if he knows it means that much to you. He will listen to your endless rantings patiently. He will leave you alone when you ask him too. He will not leave you alone if he knows you need him but your ego is giving you away. He will not let anyone hurt you. He will make you laugh on a rough day. He will laugh the loudest when you make a blunder. He loves his friends as much as he loves you, he needs you to understand that. He might not have a solution but he will listen to all your problems. He will drop you home when it's possible. He is much stronger than you are, but he will let you have your moments of glory.

He is a man. A Real Man. Nothing more, nothing less.

"I can't go there, I am wearing slippers, I will be the mad girl who fell off like crazy!"
He took off his shoes and held her hand. 
"There, now when you fall down, you'll take me down with you. So We'll be the mad people who fell off like crazy! Now just come already!"


"No one can talk to you like that, I mean don't get me wrong, you really are completely crazy and a huge pain in the ass, but only I am allowed to say that."

If you have him, you better keep him. You might never get so lucky again.