Wednesday, October 1, 2008

I have always been on the asking side of questions; all my reactions and observations lead to questions- it is almost like a disease! It is also the easiest way to communicate with overwhelming seniors/interesting strangers/awkward uncles- ask a relevant question, and you’re done! No matter who it is on the other side, the answer always constitutes something you don’t know or haven’t heard yet- hence worth at least one ear. You can let the other one deviate- along with the eyes, it can find interesting directions for the next question! :)



Apparently, “Amrita, your color is black. The colour of night. Serene and mysterious, black conjures up images of elegant evening gowns, dashing tuxedos, and gleaming limousines. Traditionally a symbol of success, black also represents power and an uncompromising demand for perfection. Not surprisingly, you tend to set challenging goals for yourself and do whatever it takes to achieve them — your strength of character is second to none. This unfaltering determination, along with your natural elegance, impresses people. But keep in mind that your personality might be intimidating to some. Try to temper your demanding side with a little softness — trust us, it won't kill you. Overall, though, black is the colour of professionalism and achievement, which means it's clearly the colour for you.” H O W I R O N I C !



The following list was made during an extremely formal, intellectual and serious discussion about the (dis)advantages of me moving to Pune for internship-

  1. Pune has no corner house- I will starve.
  2. Bangalore is a capital city, while Pune is not.
  3. Charles Babbage is Christian- Jai Hind!
  4. Bangalore STD code is numerically 4 times larger than that of Pune.
  5. I am already familiar with Bangalore slang.
  6. There can never be a Vidhan Soudha in Pune.
  7. Pune is hot- can’t wear dear old jackets.
  8. Pune does not have khara bath.
  9. I will have to eat dosa with a fork and knife.
  10. Smitha will get a haircut if I go.

And she eventually did- the day I moved to Mumbai. The Chattri. I miss her- I miss the continuous yelling, combined with the endless treats I trick her into. :)