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We were having coffee with Genius at the cafeteria. We call him Genius for a reason. You will see why very soon. Sunitha, a manager was musing aloud that her male subordinates seemed to have some problems with her because she was a lady manager. Genius who overheard this remark interrupted her with a “No, no no!!!” accompanied by a violent shaking of his head from side to side in disagreement.‘

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Take a look at this outdoor advertisement for a leading cement brand. What do you think the security guard is trying to say?1. Look! I can lean sideways!2. Look! My left hand is bigger than my right hand.3. Look at me you stupid elephant!4. Jazz hands!!!!5. All of the above.Now look at the elephant. What do you think it is thinking?1. If I ignore him, maybe he will go away.2. Hope he leans a

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In the beginning there was Fakebook.And Fakebook became a rage and made its dwelling on every PC, Laptop and other such devices. Everyone saw its glory, the glory of the one and only, who came after Orkut, MySpace, Friendster and other such discardees.The village idiots around the world rejoiced and then joined … en masse.Then the village idiots began to clamor for privacy.Fakebook gave them the

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There is a jinxed little shop near my house. It stands next to another shop that is used by some Christian prayer group for some activities which require a lot of jumping up and down and flailing arms shouting “Alleluia!! Alleluia!!” long Bible thumping sessions, and of course free food. The free food is served last due to tendency of people to vanish after the food.These two rooms stand on a

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Year 2075, Bengaluru, IndiaA young lady walks with her head bent down through the narrow steaming gullies between the tall buildings. It is dark and a mild rain spray-mists the air in billowy swathes. The tap tap of her stilettos echoes like tiny shots in the dark. She seems resolute as she heads downtown through the cold deserted alleys.Through the murky darkness of the night, a figure looms up

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Overhead at the cafeteria today where some 40 something techies (seniors) were having a conversation with a 20 something techie (junior). One senior looked at the junior and said "I love your language Malayalam."Junior: Thank you!Senior: *speaks in pure classical Malayalam that only Lord Indra can decipher*Junior: That was very literary Malayalam. I could not quite follow.Senior: (Shocked): Bhat

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After Monday, Tuesday has to be the worst day of the week... followed by Wednesday then Thursday and then Friday. Not necessarily in that order akshually. But I must say that Friday is a little better than the other days. I mean Friday is close to Saturday so we should give it the benefit of the doubt.But I can never ever forgive Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday and Thursday for what do they do to

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Warning: This post is a horror story. Parts of this story may be disturbing to young readers. Reader discretion advised.I crouched in fear under the cot in the pitch blackness of the night that lay like a silent shroud around the house. There was no movement for miles. The air was damp and heavy and still. Somewhere in the distance a wolf howled. It was a low mournful howl. I had heard the howl

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Omm Bubba Chaturrvedi looked deep into the astrological charts laid out in front of him and frowned. A hush fell into the jam packed room. The devotees sat tensely silent with bated breaths and blue faces in a room laid with pristine white mattresses."Guruji!” whispered a client. “I ask you again, will Aishwarya and Abhishek’s child be a boy or girl?”Guruji looked deep in thought. He scratched

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The Zero Bulb - a humble light bulb that has helped many a generation of Indian children to sleep well in the night, secure in the knowledge that ghosts and ghouls did not come into rooms that had light.I was an exception though because I would sneak into my parents’ bed in the night and the wise old owls they were would wait till I was sound asleep to sneak me back into my room. Next morning

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"One coffee please" I said to the cafeteria guy."What madam, not having two coffees like every day?" he said looking shocked.I felt irritated at his question. Why can’t he just give me one coffee for gods sakes!! "No thanks!" I snapped."Take ma. You can pay me later." he said understanding my dilemma. I didn’t have enough money to buy two coffees. I took the two thimble sized cups of coffee and

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Interviews ThenInterview Time: 11 amCandidates arrives: 10:30 amInterview begins: 11 am.Interviews NowInterview Time: 11 amCandidates calls up to inquire if she can come next week: 10:55 amCandidate says she is in native place and hence got delayed on the way back home: 10:58 amCandidate asks for another time: 11 amInterview fixed for next day after furious rescheduling of conference rooms, other

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I remember Ramanujam (first name with held because I am too young to die) my first mentor in Marketing. Back in the days when I was a pony tailed Summer Intern, a Marketing Manager called Ramanujam (Motto: There is nothing personal in Marketing) saw great potential in me in Marketing. In fact he saw great potential in Marketing in almost everybody!Ramanujam a.k. Jam: Srinivas, you are wasting

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At long last I have my very own disclaimer... for my blog. This is something I have writing and re writing for the past couple of years. It was so difficult to characterize my blog. I finally gave up when I realized that it had no character. Now ‘why would you need a Disclaimer Silverine’ you might ask! The answer is simple. I don’t wanna go to jail. I heard they don’t have Internet connection in

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I and Mr. Kanjoos* were the only people in the new building. We were here for a meeting. I looked at Mr. Kanjoos and said demurely. "I need to ask you something."Kanjoos looked up at me and exclaimed with a smile, "Go ahead! Shoot!"I fluttered my eyelashes and said, "I need some change.""Sure! How much?" asked Kanjoos with a broad patronizing smile."I am building a house and any contribution

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Driving to work or riding an auto is made a little less boring and or terrifying (in that order) by the umpteen FM Radio Stations that entertain you on the way with bad, really bad and sometimes really horrible songs requested by listeners. Left to themselves, the RJ’s do a good job of playing a good mix of music both Hindi and English. However, more entertaining than these songs are listeners

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We knew it was Holi in Bangalore, when we spotted multicolored “beings” walking or driving past our house in a bike. In the 90’s when I was a lil kid, I would screech when I saw these beings, bringing people out of their houses. Then we would all stare at these ‘beings’ shamelessly. After the ‘being’ had gone, the clueless southies would gather around discussing this strange phenomenon. Then

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Today I saw the very first Indian TV commercial for a Home Pregnancy Kit. The commercial is shot in a typical Saas Bahu serial setting. The bahu, who seems to be a village girl comes tripping down the steps in a heavily embroidered ghaghra choli holding a uric acid dripping test stick, and nods to everyone present with a suppressed smile. The nodding I presume was to indicate that 1) She was

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My favorite bank, a four letter titled institution started giving me a lot of grief lately. The culprit was Customer Service (CS), a hitherto well trained, intelligent bunch of people who seem to have suddenly lost a lot of intelligence perhaps answering calls from people like me or due to working in a bank. My cousin brother who works in bank says it is the former. I don’t believe him though. I

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Yesterday our house was full of relations who had come to Bangalore for a wedding. Among them was an ungle called JK. JK is a favorite uncle of ours as he is very sporting unlike the usual conservative mallu ungles who frown on everything non mallu the moment they cross the Kerala border.Oh look! The milestone says Bangalore is 200 kms away.*frown*Look! A river!*frown*That looks like a Kerala

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As the IPL auction got underway recently, certain people in my family were watching the auction very keenly. These are the ‘IPL Team Owners’ of our family with avowed interest in the teams because they happen to be living in the home city of the teams.Kochi Kunchacko, an uncle from Kochi who was an ardent supporter of the team even before the idea was conceived, was sitting with family in Kochi

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Growing up in a metropolis like Bangalore can be a rich experience. It can be a devastating experience too, like when you are told that Bangalore is not a Metro as per the Income Tax Department and hence you will get only Rs. 500/- as HRA for a 40K 1BHK hovel. Or when my dad discovered that he can claim only Rs 100/- as school fees per child which made him mad because even the local government

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News presenters and reporters never cease to amaze me. Their skill and innovativeness are absolutely amazing.A few days back there was a near miss incident between two aircrafts at an Indian airport.As soon as the news channels got a whiff of the news they were at the airport faster than a VIP motorcade in a hurry. When I switched on the TV, the reporter was already in front of the airport,

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I heard the soft beep of what sounded like a medical gadget through the haze that I was floating in. I was drifting between consciousness and haze. The anxious faces of my family members swam before my eyes. I tried to focus but I kept drifting back into the haze. After what seemed an eternity I drifted into consciousness again.“Look who is back!” I heard my brother M say. I heard my mom sob. A

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The title of this post is the motto of our Trafficku Police’u in case you are wondering.Today, I was driving peacefully at a comfortable cruising speed of 40 kmph as stated in the Driving School Manual, when I saw the traffic light turning Amber. Now, as a good little product of a driving school I slowed down, braked gently and stopped short of the white line. The very next moment, twenty one

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Child psychology. I don’t haz it :(Proof: A little three year old hyperactive, kinetic and nuclear plus Chocos energy powered brat was left at home for us to baby sit. Brat had a towering reputation as a nuclear reactor powered tornado who could talk faster than a tape recorder in fast forward. He also was not easy to amuse.I decided that I would show him magic tricks while his parents darted to

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Read this really umm... interesting news today about fuel alcohol, which, according to indications will soon compliment or replace altogether, regular fossil fuels in cars. I am not sure I am ecstatic at the news. I mean I have read about the dangers of using bio fuels too.As per this news the world is ready to use fuel alcohol and it got me wondering about the "cheap, clean and non polluting gas

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There are different kinds of job hazards in this world. Scientists in nuclear facilities get cancer and coal miners get lung diseases. Some are physical, some mental. There is a professional hazard to being a mom too. Especially being "my" mom. Being my mom has a lot of hidden hazards that God never warmed her about. She bought another baby into this world thinking she will be normal like her

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I get so many mails from people who are interested in getting a dog after reading my blogs. These are genuine souls with a lot of affection for animals who want a companion that they can love, and care for. I try to help them as much as I can with advice on selecting a good breed according to the person’s temperament, lifestyle, type of home etc. Of course I do this for free. Who would charge for

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We stood in the crowded elevator, between fat pot bellied men, shapeless women and pale young guys who looked like they had stepped out of a cave after a really long time. All of them worked in a US MNC that shares some floors with us in our building. Getting into the elevator is a nightmare with this kind of crowd every day. They look ill at ease when they see us. Ditto with us.Colleague (female

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I was walking the dogs on the lane behind my house, when I heard what sounded like a cricket chirping. Kree kree went the shrill loud sound, and it was decidedly annoying. I remembered hearing it before. And then it struck me. I remembered a godawful device my dad had bought some years back (among others of course) that made the same sound. It was supposed to keep cockroaches away. We tolerated

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Soo Kim, my Korean colleague was distraught. Her visa papers were misplaced. She remembered giving it to someone in the office, but couldn’t remember her name. Distraught she approached me for help, after ascertaining that I looked equally bad in English as her. I did not disappoint her.HaiHaiYou An...an...anJaliYes, An JaleeYes?My hmmm visa paper hmmm cannot find, yes cannot find.Cant find? Bad,

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Human beings are people and like most people they shape their personality from traits inherited from their parents, environment and the substances they snort or parents snorted. Any geneticists, sociologists or anthropologists will tell you that. But to hell with geneticists, sociologists and anthropologists. It is the Astrologers, the highly knowledgeable community of people with their highly

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Colleague to new colleague (NC) an ex roomie: Where were you working before you joined us?NC: ABC Pvt Ltd.Colleague: What were you doing there?NC: Same thing as here.Colleague: Why did you leave?NC: You referred me here. That's why! heh hehColleague: Any openings in your company for a similar post?NC: My post is still open...Colleague: Great! I will send you my resume. Please send it your Manager

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Flash News: The All India Domestic Elephants Association (AIDEA) has declared a one day bundh tomorrow to protest against the injustices meted out to their tribes by the tourism industry. A spokesperson for the association, Pampady Rajan told reporters. “Earlier we ferried tourists and blessed them for money. Life was good. But now we have foreign tourists coming and scrubbing us during bath and

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A dear old aundy in the family was in shock, Her only living brother, a 176 (approx) year old apoopan called Varghese Chacko Alphonse Joseph Kurian was in the hospital. Doctors had given up hopes and suggested to the relations to donate his body to the nearest fossil museum.But Aundy would have none of it. “He is only 176 years old” she wailed. "So young!!" she wailed some more. "How can he die!!

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One fine sunny yet not too warm and perfectly temperatured day, I decided to take the bus to work. Full of good intentions and absolutely proud of myself for taking the bus, I stepped into the bus and offered a ten rupee note to the conductor as fare. A little smile played on my lips as I thought about the good deed I was doing for the environment. I am sure a halo twinkled around my little head

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Mallus and Hindi are as similar as Roti and Puttu. And every other day some mallu or the other rams home that point with vehemence, just in case you have been lulled into an artificial sense of security that mallus have mastered Hindi. Today, one on my mallu colleagues reached the zenith of Hindi blooperism.Mallu and couple of colleagues were discussing something very animatedly but in hush tones

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I love my Internet Service Provider and Land line Company’s (ISPL) Customer Service service. They make my dull and drab life so interesting. They make me appreciate the value of time and generally remind me of... well, let me illustrate to you what I mean.You have a complaint/query and you pick up the phone that has been provided "by" the ISPL and dial a four digit number. You get this short

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3 pm and I am busy screaming at a vendor who hasn’t kept his promise of delivery yet again. The Internal Messenger pops up. “Cute guy at reception" says the message. I count the number of girls in the message. 5!!! This means in approximately five minutes 5 girls will make a laborious journey to the rest rooms via the Cafeteria, via the Sysadmin console, via the Travel Desk, via some cubicles and

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“You are going to *censored*,” said the boss peeping over the cubicle wall scaring the living daylights out of me.“Take Kevin with you.” He said disappearing down the hallway.“Why should I go to *censored*!!” I protested running after him.“Because you met the Fisheries Director that is why!” He said without stopping“So what!” I shouted furiously trying to keep pace with him.“These government

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“AAH… AAH… AAH!!!” Moaned a voice from House no 14 in the street adjacent to my house. Startled, I looked at the house. It was dark, save for a blue light coming through the bedroom window. It was the house of a newly married couple. I blushed in embarrassment.I walked a little faster with my doggies trotting in tow, to give the couple some privacy.“AAAHHHhh” cried another voice in anguish…or was

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Heard this in the cafeteria the other day.Some gal: Whose send off or birthday party was last week?HR Exec: I don’t remember. There were quite a few.Same gal: You remember, the one in which we got Samosas and Chips and Fanta!HR Exec: Hmmmm...Gal: The other two were the Black forest cake, Sprite and chipswallah party and the coke, chips and pineapple pastrywallah party!HR Exec: That would be

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Heard this at a mall yesterday. A group of middle aged North Indians, who are perhaps on a South India tour, were sitting at the restaurant in the mall, discussing stuff.Bunglore mein log English bolte hain! (People in Bangalore speak in English)Haanji, yahaan sab log English mein baath karthe hain. (True, everybody speaks English here)Kyon? (Why?)Woh aisa hai, Bunglore ke log Anglo Indians hain

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My cousin brother had just got admission in this Management Institute. On the first day of class, he was busy getting ready when his Grandfather, an ex army officer called from Kerala. Cuz brother ignored the call as he was getting very late. But gramps kept calling. Putting his phone in silent mode he went to class and during lunch break called his grandfather who had by now notched up about

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How to convince the HR and your Boss that you actually read the training document on the Intranet.Step one: Open training site.Now open another tab and read some blogs.Step two: Click first link of the training document.Open another tab, TweetStep four: Click second link of the training document.Watch Youtube.Step three: Click third link of the training document.Read newsStep four: Click fourth

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Mohapatra (not his real name), our Procurement Manager, was sitting in the cafeteria, trying to open a small bottle of Nimbooz. The bottle cap just wouldn't turn. The boss walked in and took a chair at Mohapatra’s table and said conversationally. “What Mohapatra, you cannot even open a small bottle!!”Mohapatra stopped his struggle with the bottle, stared at the Boss from behind soda glasses and

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I had a call from a telecaller today.Caller: Ms Anjali?Me (crabbily): Whaddya want?Caller: Would you be interested in buying phone numbers of…Me: No thanks, we don’t do such activities! *slam*Caller (calling again): I am talking about a database of over four million phone numbers in Bangalore ma’am!!Me: Hmmm are these numbers genuine?Caller: Yes ma’am. We take them from reliable sources like

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I was undergoing some training with this guy in our office. After sitting with him in his cubicle for an hour on the first day, I moved back to my seat on the 6th floor, and practiced the usage of a content tool that he had run me through. If I got stuck, I would message him over IM and he would promptly clear my doubts in between lots of smileys and encouragement to get in touch with him anytime

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Here's some news I got as a ppt forward, that will make you feel goodRecent miracle in Dot Bust Corporation! Broadcasted in Top News Channels of Byrasandra.A Boss man in DOT BUST Corp, punished his highly efficient, beautiful and gorgeous Marcom Manager because she was reported to be blogging, by burying her alive in work!He then reported to the Bigger Boss that the poor gal was on leave to hide

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From the day I noticed some guys pushing a ball with a stick that seemed very much like my grandpa’s old umbrella stick, I have never understood Hockey. Now you might wonder why I needed to understand the game at all. And if I did not understand it then why bother?Well... the answer to the aforementioned question is not very simple. My brother was a hockey player you see and represented his

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“What are you listening to?” asked my colleague peeping over the cubicle partition.Me: Uff Teri ada. Sorry, didn’t realize I was playing it loud. I will use the head phones…Colleague: No probs...Me: (Spotting his ear phones): And you?Colleague (beaming proudly): Beera Beera!Me: Oh ok...Colleague: You don’t like it?Me: Frankly…no.Colleague (eyes popping out): What!!! I don’t believe this!Me: Me

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Sight at the office on Monday: Thousands of posters stuck around the office exhorting employees to save forest by not printing emails, recipes, love letters etc.Sight at the office on Tuesday: Thousands of posters stuck around the office exhorting employees to save forest by not printing emails recipes, love letters etc. being carried away in trash cans. Thousands of new posters stuck around the

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The pantry near my workstation has all sorts of posters stuck with messages ranging from saving water, environment to corny poetry, sad jokes, tragic attempts at creative writing and company results. Today, we had a poster put up by the HR folks, that announced that we had done some billion or million in revenues last year. The poster was obviously prepared by some dimwit, as it had given the

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Our European Communications Head is a formidable Englishwoman called Mary (not real name). Impeccable English, stiff upper lip and aristocratic family to boot, the only Indian she likes is me. In fact the only non English person she likes in this whole world is me.Whenever she calls for a conference call, the agenda and timing will be crisply laid out in the email and she doesn’t tolerate anyone

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Have you heard those good natured jibes that men make about women? About the oh-so -funny little peculiarities of women like the penchant for matching clothes with accessories, wrapping presents instead of giving it in the plastic bag it came in bill intact, or the hilarious attention women pay to trivial details like slowing down at the amber light instead of revving up and speeding before it

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It is Maundy Thursday. The day the bar in my house gets locked and sealed and an alcohol ban imposed till Sunday and the three men in the family put through regular breath analyzer tests by my mom.Mom: Open you mouth and breathe out.Bro (breathing in): There!Mom: I did not get any smell!Bro: That’s because I didn’t drink.Mom: hmmm this is weird, you were stinking of alcohol when you came in.Bro (

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Purab, my nice colleague was looking very disturbed. Now and then other guy colleagues came and offered words of encouragement and pats of camaraderie. I was instantly interested. I smelt a nice juicy story. Putting on my best fake “concerned expression” I walked over to another guy colleague….let’s call him “Pansy Prabhu”. Or PP as we gals lovingly call him. PP always gives us the dirt. And PP

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There are some guys who seem severely challenged, when it comes to deciphering a girl’s lack of interest in them. They seem to misread the simple yet pointed signals a girl sends out which says “Eff off!!”. This post is dedicated to such guys, mostly in their 20’s who think they are God’s gift to woman kind.I thought I will clear up the air for them for me and my sisterhood.So how do you know

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Story one - TragedyGirl meets boyBoy asks girl outGirl likes boyGirl goes home, Googles boyFinds him on Orkut, Facebook and TwitterGirl checks out boy's social networking accountsGirl dumps boyStory two - RomanceGirl meets boyBoy ask girl outGirl likes boyGirl Googles boyFinds him on Orkut, Facebook and TwitterGirl checks out boy's social networking accountsGirl decides to keep meeting boyAh!

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Mom was going away for the weekend. And she did what she usually does before she leaves….stuff the fridge with ‘customized’ eatables so that that her darling babykins ( a.k.a my middle brother) does not starve. He is a non vegetarian by religion and eating vegetables is against his religious and personal principles. And since the cook doesn’t make continental food, mom cooked and stuffed the

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Warning: Long post“You know what Anjali…” said a pro blogger amongst my colleagues. “ I am turning 25 this year and that scares me.”“Why should a birthday scare you?” I asked tactlessly.“Arey, I am 25, with no life and no clue where my life is headed!” he exclaimed mournfully.“So why are you telling me this? What can I do yaar.” I replied trying to read the magazine that I was trying to read

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Sometimes, little gestures of thoughtfulness from your colleagues and friends or even strangers, leaves a deep impression on you. Even the smallest act of kindness reminds you of the goodness that exists in this world and your faith in humanity is restored. Your day begins to look good and you feel a spring in your step and a smile taking possession of your lips.One such story touched my heart

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An intern engineer in our office requested for leave today as soon as he came to office . The conversation between him and the boss went like this.Intern: Sir, I need a half day’s leave today.Boss: Why?Intern: Ahem, I need to meet someone.Boss: You can meet him or her on weekend!Intern: No Sir, I have to meet him today at 12 ‘o’ clock sharp.Boss: You meeting a doctor?Intern: No!Boss: Prospective

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Alarmed by the rapid decline in the Tiger population in our country, the Indian government decides to send a Minister to China, the largest consumer of Tiger meat. According to reports, not a single part of the Tiger is wasted in China. The Indian Minister (IM) and his Aide are given a warm welcome in China and the Chinese Premier (CP) meets him in his office the next day.CP (bowing): Welcome to

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I sat at the cafeteria table and looked mournfully at my lunch. There was rice, fish curry, cabbage thoran and some other stuff in my lunch carrier. It looked most uninspiring. I looked up to scan the Cafeteria menu, hoping to find something more interesting to eat. Just then my colleague joined me on the table and gingerly placed a steaming bowl on the table. My mouth watered at the sight. His

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My mom was watching a cookery programme with great interest yesterday.“Anju come here, see this” she said with a look that means she has spotted something interesting.I wandered over to the sofa where she was sitting and saw a Chef teaching a young guy to cook on the television.“He is teaching that guy to cook so that he can prepare a meal for his brother on his birthday!’ she gushed.“What’s the

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Beheld this scene in the house today. My second brother M was banging on my parents toilet door asking my Dad who was taking a bath to come out quick.Dad: I am taking bath. Don't you have a toilet of your own?M: Come out quick! I need to use the toilet URGENT!!Dad: Use your own toilet.M: I need to use yours! Come out fast!!Dad: Okay! okay! But I don't understand...M (interrupting him): Dad!!!

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There is this lovely program airing on one of our local FM radio station called 'Music Quotient". It is a music contest that tests your knowledge of Bollywood music. The questions are reasonably tough and prizes really good. On certain days they have Bollywood stars taking part and the contest is made doubly tough for them considering the fact that they are from the industry. Last week we had

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The bad news for me this week is that the Boss is on Twitter *gulp*The good news is that he doesn’t know I am on Twitter tee hee. *phew*The PJ’s in office is in full flow.Did you hear? Our profits are up 50 % since last quarter.Who told you?A little bird :|andA little bird tells me that you are moving to the Gurgaon office.If I catch that little bird I will make him bird fry! That little twit!!!

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My brother who was attending the Sunburn 2009 in Goa, decided that he will drive to Goa for the festival with his friends. Mom was very apprehensive as she thinks the roads are dangerous at “this time of the year” (viz 365 days of the year as far as she is concerned). But I never realized how apprehensive she was till my brother returned safe and sound, and showed us his mobile in some

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Have you seen the Red Cross sticker that doctors usually sport on their vehicles, so that they can be flagged down in case of an emergency on the road? My new mallu neighbor, who has just completed his studies and got a job, also has a similar sticker on his car. It is a smart sticker proclaiming his professions as - you won’t believe this - “LAWYER”!Neat isn’t it?Now if you have a legal

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Its Christmas time dearies. The hills and rubber estates are alive with the sound of chopping, cutting, whisking, tasting, cursing and vice versa, plus the aromas of much cooking happening. Achayanland is a very happening place now! You have to just walk by homes to predict exactly what they are going to have for Christmas lunch.Susan: Gasp, the Pallikunnels are having Pepper Liver Fry for

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“Hey!! There is a Facebook community called Incorrigibly Good Looking Mallus” said my friend excitedly!“Yawn, so what else is new”, I remarked listlessly, the tiredness of the busiest year of my life, pinning me down to the couch.“Dekh na” insisted this Gujju Mallu gal. “Let us do some vayinokking (ogling) yaar.”“Not interested” I said, turning to the other side and promptly falling asleep. The

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It is that time of the year folks, when I look at the calendar and say “Holy crap I have no clothes to wear!!!” Then I empty the old clothes from the cupboard, pack them into neat bundles, number them from one to 47 and consult my phone directory. First call is to teen cousins of small build like me.Cousin: Holy cow!! Is it time to clear your cupboard again??Me: I am fine, thank you dear! And how

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Gone are the days, when you rushed to malls and supermarkets during festival season to grab those super bargains. Take one get two free, purchase goods worth a thousand rupees and get a kilo sugar free etc. were the deals that attracted shoppers by the drove. Nowadays the supermarkets are always having some kind of offers or the other. The soap manufacturers seem to be the most prolific lot when

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Why are things that are bad for you so delicious...and so addictive? Ever heard of someone getting addicted to veggies, skimmed milk, lean meat, fatless cakes, wheat grass juice and exercise?At a de-addiction clinic:Inmate: What are you in here for?Othe inmate: I am addicted to Whole Wheat bread. And you?Inmate: That’s must be tough!! I am here for a spinach addiction!Othe inmate: Ouch! My

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I have this old acquaintance who used to work in the ad agency that takes care of our advertising work. He works for a publishing house now. He is a really innocent and simple Gult guy. Though he is married with a baby, he is like a schoolboy, very gullible and trusting. The other day he pings me with exciting news.KK: Guess what?Me: You did not win the lottery?KK: No yaar! I formatted a Chinese

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Time: 8 am.Place: MoovattupuzhaDate: Never mind.The bride groom is getting ready for the wedding. My amma and her entourage of sisters and cousin sisters, numbering a couple of hundred, are running around making sure that the hundred things that needs to be done in a wedding house is moving like clockwork. I have been told to 1. Freeze 2. Desist from giggling 3. Stop rolling my eyes.Time: 8:15

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Dear HR Manager of my company,While we appreciate your untiring work in recruiting the best talents for the company, we feel that you are falling short in a critical area of assessment of prospective employees. We i.e. me and my team members have put together, for your benefit (and ours) an extension of tests that you must use before finalizing any candidate.Test No 1:Invite the candidates to a

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We have a new internal medical emergency hot line number. It is a pretty number though not very helpful I feel. I mean if you really want to reach someone in the office in an emergency quickly, then the number should be ideally one digit and if that is not possible due to some highly complex telephonic engineering challenge, then it should be a three digit number. But do our Facility people

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Now that the Big 10 bus services have been introduced in Bangalore, I find my self using the service to go to town...quite literally. During weekdays we car pool, so during weekends I use this service to give me a break from driving. During my travels from home to Brigade Road I find myself seated next to a lot of people who use the travel time to catch up with friends, relations, parents, BF/GF

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Heard this over the phone yesterday. My brother M was giving a recipe of some stuff he had cooked at his friend’s house that seems to be a big hit with all his friends."You have to take one chicken, I don’t know about the size, but it was as big as a loaf of bread. Weight? I have no idea. Ask for a big chicken. And then you take one onion and cut off its hair and tail. Then you slice it from head

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Venue – A conference roomEvent - A video shootPeople present – A perky but dumb gal colleague who will give the intro to the video, a rather young Subject Matter Expert (SME) who will deliver the Technical Lecture after the intro.And of course the owner of the program – yours truly with the camera man, director and other crew numbering three guys. This is a routine shot so yours truly walks out

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There is this species of people I hate to loathing. They are the overly religious types that take the name of God in vain at the drop of a hat.I was able to cross the road today. Thanks to Jesus I was safe.I almost forgot to take my house key. But Jesus reminded me.I was thrashed and swindled by my cousin. But Jesus will reward me for turning the other cheek.A woman should stick on to her husband

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Dear inhuman person who took the apple from my desk,I hate you!I hope you rot in hell.I hope you get indigestion.I hope you have a bad day in office.I hope your Boss kicks your butt.I hope your GF/wife leaves you for a hunk of man.I hope your PC/lappie crashes.I hope you get a puncture.I hope your hard drive gets erased.I hope your parents disown you.I hope you get stuck in the lift!p.s. If you

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So we are moving laptop locks, employee stock and barrel…to another building where it is hoped that we will shout, scream and talk at the top of our voices so that the genteel folks we leave behind may have some peace of mind to concentrate on bitching err work. Apparently the noise we used to generate led to several mis-communications like A who is seeing G, was heard as seeing T which is the

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There is this Anonymous commenter at my blog, who gives me rib tickling and rofl kinda comments. You can safely say that he has made my comment section his humor blog. Given below are his 'blog posts' at my comment section.Week OneI hereby boycott your blog hmmpph!Week TwoYou may think I am obsessed, but I came back to see if you have changed your ways. But you have not. So the boycott stays!Week

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While I am not working my butt off playing Solitaire, I relax with occasional chats with the 200 odd people on my G-chat list. Yesterday I was going through the chat archives and realized that it was a veritable Knowledge Bank!!Here is a fine example.9amN: I had a fight with him today!Me: hmmmN: He says I do not look good in skirts.Me: hmmmN: Earlier he had no problems with skirts!!M: hmmmN:

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Diary of a blogger. Year 20251-1-2025Dear DiaryGot hauled to the court today for calling Onam, The festival of Putting on Much Weight. Judge let me off after looking at his paunch mournfully.12-02-2025Dear DiaryGot summons from the court today by the Aluwa Haluwa Manufacturer Association (AHA) for blogging about the black halwa from Aluwa. According to the Plaintiffs, it hurt their sentiments

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Hospitals in Bangalore now specialize in Mathematics besides the routine Cardiology and Gynecology and Liposuction. Recently my aunt was admitted to the hospital because she had Viral Fever and the doctor at the hospital thought that she should be kept under observation just in-case the fever develops into AIDS or Angina Pectoris or Liver Cirrhosis or OCD or Kleptomania. After enduring three days

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Have you seen the Fiama Di Willis Silky Strong Shampoo commercial? Truly an outstanding piece of creative work. Kudos to the advertising agency that made this commercial. Now I know why you guys are called dream merchants.For those people who have not seen this commercial, let me give you the low down. The commercial shows Deepika Padukone caressing her false hair and exclaiming “Fiama Di Willis

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Warning: Long post ahead!I am back folks after a couple of days in the sun on Goa’s sandy beaches that I merely saw through the car windows as I rushed about getting things ready for a very dear friends wedding. Dear friend (henceforth referred to as DF) had suddenly decided that she would marry her long-time-boyfriend-whom-her-Dad-hated (hence forth referred to as LTBDH). To make things

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Mumbai: News has just come in that Mah Rukh Kkkan, an Indian actor and superstar was held back for secondary investigations at an US airport. He was in transit to another US city. The immigration officer refused to buy the story that he was an Indian superstar. In a press statement the official said, “He looks nothing like a superstar. He is clearly lying!!”Meanwhile news of his detention spread

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Mr. K.P.M.G. Nair (KPMGN in short), the contractor was an agitated man. Employees were not using the phones correctly he said and he was justifiably agitated.“This is imbowssible” he fumed. ‘How difficult is it to masder a simble telephone!” he thundered.Wiping the spittle spray from my face, I replied timidly “It is very simble indeed”“Are you maging fun of me?” he asked belligerently.“

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So we were having this Power Point presentation by a Big Shot in one of the conference rooms today. Moiself, the Boss, Foxy and a couple of other Marketing types (MT) were present. Towards the end of the fourth slide I saw Foxy frowning. Then he leaned forward and leaned back immediately as though he had had seen something horrible on the slide. The two Marketing types who were yawning and

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Son, time for you to get married - said the Dad.Gmphxl!!! - said M, the son.How many times have I told you to remove that infernal Lollipop from your mouth when you are talking to me!!!Sorry!So I was saying that it is time you got married.Hmmm why this sudden interest in my marriage? Let me reach 26, and then we will think about it.You are right! If we start searching for a girl when you are 26,

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So we have another new joinee in our office after Ms HR. The poor guy made the mistake of sitting with us for coffee yesterday.Colleague: Hi! I am Srinivas.New guy: Hello! I am Apuarv. (not his real name)MK: Welcome to Dot Bust Corporation Apoorva!Apuarv: Thank you and its ‘Apuarv’!Srinivas: Appu Arv aa?Apuarv: No it is A.p.u.a.r.v.!Srinivas (clueless): Oh!Apuarv: You can call me Apoorva if you

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