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Ramblings: 20/09/2017

I will be leaving to visit Mom and Dad the day after tomorrow, i.e. Friday and I can’t help being very, very excited! 

Yes, I am excited to meet Mom and Dad but more than that I just want to leave this place, these daily routines and surroundings for sometime. Just get away from here before I burst out in frustration. Frustration with work, life in general and people. To put it in simple terms, some people don’t really make sense. 😐

This kind of break gives me a chance to calm down, get a hold of my emotions and come back cool, with a fresh perspective.

The fact that no one from work will be able to contact me and “kindly” force me to work from home; that too is a pro.

Mummy Daddy here I come ! πŸ˜πŸ’ƒ

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Book Review: The Girl on a Train – Paula Hawkins

The Girl On The Train (Paula Hawkins)


Rachel is an alcoholic who travels daily to and from work on trains. During her daily travels, she takes interest in the lives of the people who stay in the houses near the train tracks. 

One day she witnesses something that shakes her to her core and which could be a clue to a missing person’s investigation.


Warning – There could be spoilers ahead.

The author starts the book in the mind of the protagonist, Rachel and you can actually sympathise with her situation. The frustration of going to work in the morning and tiredness of going home after a day’s work. She finds solace in imagining the lives of the people living in their perfect homes. Perfect people in perfect semi-Victorian homes. This includes the occasional gin and tonic. 

Then slowly as we move ahead, the author reveals the events that occur on a particular Saturday, the night after Rachel gets badly drunk. So drunk that she has a blackout, no memory at all about the whole night. The night that a person goes missing. A person who she thought had the most perfect life.

We are given a look into the minds of three women – Rachel, Meghan and Anna. A mother who accidently killed her daughter, a barren woman and a new mother. A divorcee, a wife who hated being a housewife and a doting wife. Three different characters whose paths in life are drawn together by one common factor.

I read the book in almost a day; 304 pages in a day; which has got to be a new record for me. The book is a page-turner. 

The genre – Psychological Thriller – is not a new one for me; but I realise now that I needed such a book to awake the napping bookworm in me.

Rating: 4/5 – Though I loved the twists and the suspense, there were times I felt I couldn’t keep up.

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Ramblings: (15/08/2017)

Yesterday, we were looking at some old albums and I found a photo.

I thought it was an old photo of my mom and I but there were two different opinions about who the baby was.

My neighbor who was himself was a kid of maybe 8-9 years around the time when I was born was not ready to believe that the baby in the photo was me. He repeated the phrase “That’s not you” so many times and so fervently that even when my own mother said the baby WAS me, I couldn’t accept it.

Happy Independence Day to all my Indian brothers and sisters! 😊

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we matter

Recently there have been a lot of celebrity suicides. As I am an Indian who follows a bit of both worlds, hearing the news of two suicides on the same day was kinda upsetting. One was Chester Bennington, the other was a Bollywood actress in an upcoming film.

Think about how we all strive for something, and when we don’t achieve that, we just give up; when all that is required is to bear it, let it pass because this is life. Life goes on. Something worse could be lingering in our path later which would make our current predicament look like a joke.

Actually the thought that struck me first was why would “celebrities” commit suicide? That it was fundamentally wrong. They have the perfect life! Money! Fans! And Chester had 6 kids! 6 Kids! 

What other motive do you need to live?

I don’t really know what was happening in his personal life that he took such a drastic step but was it worth it? 

There are some moments, which scarily enough occur regularly, when I think if I just have an accident right now, I wouldn’t have to solve that issue tomorrow. But, I can’t really do that right? There’s my Mummy and Daddy who would just break down; my brother who is much more emotional than me; my Aunt who along the years got attached to me; my cousin and aunts and uncles; my friends. Can’t really be selfish about our life when we are linked to so many others. We matter and like the countless LP fans are saying – It does matter.

My main point was supposed to be – we as humans will never be happy with where we are, what we are and what we do. We always have something hurting us from our past/present/future.

We just have to BELIEVE in our selves and push through whatever we are going through. Whatever matter you are stuck in right now, it will be fixed. Not the end of the world.

I am not trying to hurt anyone’s feelings with this post but these are my honest thoughts.

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Ramblings: (22/07/2017)

I see someone walking towards me. Someone who makes me give a second thought whether to greet. So I smile and mouth out a ‘hi’. But, the person just gives back an awkward smile which obviously makes me regret wasting my energy.

In my brave effort to hold onto a little of my ego, I go ahead and try entering my office room but end up down right slamming into the door because obviously automatic doors like to irritate the hell outta me.

That too in front of the person I shouldn’t have bothered greeting.


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Makeup anyone?


Why don’t you wear makeup?
This comes from my dear little brother, who isn’t as little anymore.

You may find a little kajal on my eyelids and lipstick on my lips when I’m attending some event; or the full blown makeup on my face when a beautician is given full rein to do what she pleases on my face (that’s when even my own brother can’t recognize me. Lol).

But, makeup daily ? Na-uh!

There are some people who use all those different makeup items like – mascara, foundation, eyeliner and yadayada.
Then there are those people like me who just enter work with a natural look (sans powder, sans cream, sans anything).
Like look at the face that God has given me.
Have a problem?
Kindly approach God with your valued suggestions.
Don’t bother me with them. πŸ˜‰

While I say that, I’m sure some job positions require you to be looking your best.
Not the shabby, just-got-out-of-bed look that I usually sport.
Being a developer has its perks πŸ˜‰

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Ramblings: 10/07/2017

Last week was a pain. A royal pain. Such a pain that I was regretting the fact that today came so fast. Today being a Monday. The start of our “work” week in India. Even though some people worked through the weekend too. cough 

This week is beginning to look like it’s going to rival last week. But, the thing that always makes things better is when someone actually is forthcoming with their appreciation for your work.

After working with people for so long who just gave work without any expectation; my current teammates are a breath of fresh air? Just people who make me give my best. 

Best end to a Monday workday is someone saying:

Take good rest! You are doing a good job! 😊

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I’m calling my mom. The irritating network operator message sounds, ‘Dial *121# for blah blah inquiries and blah blah 3G and 4G data offers’. Then the rings start – tring, tring, tring, tring. This goes on till the next message starts – ‘The user you are calling is not picking your call. Please try again later or record a message afger the beep.’

Yeah. Right! My mom is not picking MY call. That’s like the least most unlikeliest possibility in the history of possibilities.

So, I dial her again and go through the same series of irritating network messages, multiple trings and then the message of rejection.

Now I get scared. Why is mummy not answering? Did something happen? I decide to give her time to call me back.

1minute.. 2 minutes.. 3 minutes… no call back… 5 minutes.. she was last seen at 7.11pm. It’s now 9.45pm.

Then I decide it’s time to panic so I call my Dad. The same procedure. I dial Daddy’s number, listen to ‘Dial *121#…….’, tring, tring, and just when I think daddy’s not answering too, I hear a hello at the other end. Mummmmmy!!! ❀

That’s the moment when I almost understood what my mom goes through when I’m late and don’t pick her calls.

Is it just me or does everyone get irritated by the fact that the network operators have to broadcast their promotional mesa ages before every. single. call that a user makes?

Like I’m dying, lying on the street somewhere bleeding and with my last bit of energy I call the ambulance and I get ‘Dial *121# for balance inquiries …..’. I think I would just give up right there.

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3 books, 1 week

This week, I had a lot of time which was mostly because I visited my family in the U.A.E. and instead of roaming around “Dubai” like most expected, I spent my days there just lazing around and reading.

1. Mallory and the Ghost Cat (The Baby-Sitters Club Mysteries #3)

bsc-m3-coverThis is one of the books from my childhood. I loved reading the Baby-Sitters Club series, actually most series – Mallory Tower series, Sweet Valley (Oh, I loved SV!!), Famous Five, Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew. I have one book of my own of each of these series.
This weekend, I read this book in less than a day. Though some problems faced by Mallory seem very kiddish now, the story in the background about her great-uncle Joe was something I wouldn’t mind reading now too.
Ann Martin didn’t really explain about the reality of the cat at the end; which kind of got me spooked for some minutes after finishing the book. πŸ™‚

2.Β A Stolen Life: A Memoir by Jaycee Lee Dugard

71u8yq2biw7lI got my Dad to buy this book last December during a sale at the mall; but had not got around to reading it.
The book is the memoir of Jaycee Dugard. It scared me. Thinking of how easily the perps got away with their crime. So. EASILY. Though at the end they were caught, Jaycee spent 18 EIGHTEEN! years of her life a prisoner of someone else’s crime.
Jaycee takes us through everything that went through her mind those starting weeks, then the remaining years.
Really a strong woman!

3. Kasie West – On the Fence

18298225Well yeah, I went directly for a no-thinking-required-predictable novel by Kasie West.
Charlie has too many brothers, plays too many sports and falls in love with her brother’s ( I mean brothers’s) friend, Braden.
End of story.
The only thing that makes the book 202 pages long is: Charlie gets a new job, meets new people, learns what really happens to her mom and the fact that the main pair keep meeting near the fence but don’t admit anything. eye-roll
Oh, and Braden confronts his abusive Dad.
That makes up a 202 pages long book.