The Call

“Did they call you?” he asked her as she walked towards the desk with her cup of coffee. “They just called me.
“Who?” She asked, perplexed.
“The folks from the bank. They said they’ll be calling you next.”
“Oh!” she said, looking at her mobile phone. One missed call. “Did they want something?” she asked him while dialing the number. *Beep Beep Beep* “The call’s not going through.”
“Don’t worry. They’ll call you back.”
“How did it sound? Did it sound ominous?”
He grinned. “No, not ominous. Just a bit strange. Not what you’d expect.”


Just then her phone started ringing. It was the same number. “Hello?” she said, picking up the call.
“Hi. I’m calling from the bank.
“Yes, hi. Sorry I missed your call earlier. I tried calling back, but…”
“That’s alright. I just wanted to inform you that you have been selected.”
“Oh! Thank you.”
“HR will call you with the offer. Hopefully, it will be acceptable, and you will join us.”
“Great! Yes, I think I will.”
“Well, in that case. Welcome to The Bank.”


“Well?” he asked her once she’d disconnected the call. “Yes, I agree,” she said, slowly, “Definitely not what you’d expect.”


15 Titles That Mean a Lot to Me

I kinda think that I started reading much later than most people around me. For the first 11-12 years, I lived in a small town where I was more interested in running and playing in the hot sun and coming home with a grazed knee or climbing trees and coming home with a little tear in my dress. When I read, I read only comics, and those mostly Hindi.

1. Naughty Amelia Jane – Enid Blyton
Sometime in Std III, my English teacher at school called me and a couple of other kids from my class and gave us our first ‘novels,’ because apparently our language skills were better than the others in the class. Naughty Amelia Jane was the one I got.

2. The Enchanted Wood – Enid Blyton
I borrowed this from a friend who was 2 years my senior. The first book that I just couldn’t put down.

3. The Secret of Terror Castle – Robert Arthur, Jr.
Bought for my brother, the first mystery story I read. When I first read it, I didn’t understand most of it. So I ignored it for the time being and re-read it a couple of years later, after reading a ton of Bobbsey Twins, random mystery short stories, Famous Five, Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys stories, in that order.

4. The Hound of Baskervilles – Arthur Conan Doyle
Abridged version. Again, the first time I read it, I didn’t quite follow it, in fact I doubt I even read it…probably just stared at the print and waited for the pictures as I turned the pages. Chronologically, I think I got my hands on this before the Three Investigators book. Probably around IIIrd or IVth std when I wanted to look just as cool as my bro reading big books rather than comics.

5. The Woman in White – Wilkie Collins
My first serious literature I think. I read it when I was in class X.

6. Gone with the Wind – Margaret Mitchell
Read this not too long after the Woman in White. Love(d) it and it was my favourite book for a very very long time.

7. Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte
This and the next 4 are my favourite books from my BA syllabus. On its own, I’m not very fond of Jane Eyre and find it a tad plain. But then I read Wide Sargasso Sea, and it brought out so many nuances in Jane Eyre that I started loving this book also.

8. Wide Sargasso Sea – Jean Rhys
Still looking and looking for a copy.

9. Wuthering Heights – Emily Bronte

10. Heart of Darkness – Joseph Conrad

11. Mrs Dalloway – Virginia Woolf
Hours and hours of reading this. A friend and I used to read it aloud to each other in the hope that it would help us understand the book. It is, to date, the most difficult book I’ve read. (I’ve heard James Joyce’s Ulysses even tougher to read; which is why it still sits on my shelf unread.)

12. Joy in the Morning – P G Wodehouse
My first Wodehouse. Borrowed from a friend. I can never forget reading it in hostel and laughing till my stomach ached and I had tears running down my face. I kept it for so long and re-read it so many times that my friend decided to donate it to me.

13. Life of Pi – Yann Martel
My favourite gift book. My aunt gave it to me when I was travelling to hyd, and I have since gifted it to many who were travelling, to an altogether new place and/or beginning a new phase in life.

14. A Thousand Splendid Suns – Khaled Hosseini
Touched me deeply. Have never had so many strong emotions rush through me as I had while reading this book.

15. Karukku – Bama
Read it during my PG, and it opened my eyes to a whole set of things that were right in front of my eyes.


16. Penelopiad – Margaret Atwood
Just because it is brilliant. 🙂

#Image from here.


So here goes. Once again. Thanks to the one and only Ramblings!

Culinary Guilt: well@ nothing much here. I have always been of the non-fussy type. I’m one of those people who actually like vegetables, and dont just eat them cuz they have to be eaten. i even prefer veg to non-veg. but then i don’t like fruits. And I don’t like sweets and I don’t like ice cream and I’m no longer oree the crazy about chocolates. That having been said let me also say that I will just as shamelessly hog at chocolate rum mousse and death by chocolate like any other normal cocoa crazy person.
I like to think I can cook as well. Altho I havent had much of a chance at that. But then what with me living on my own, I dare say I will get the opportunity now. Will keep you all posted on what I do on that front.

Literary Guilt: aah yes err uhmm..yes…of course this…for a literature person I’m shamefully badly read. I really must get down to doing something about that.

Audiovisual Guilt: I am not even sure what I am to make of this one. I don’t watch tv that much. My two years of hostel life pretty much ensured that I give up on tv. But I am something of an expert at being online for long hours without achieving anything at all. And oh yeah, like with all other things, I have just the most awful luck with movies. A lot of the movies I have watched in the theatre especially have been so bad that I spent the entire tme commenting. But then that’s a lot of fun so I guess it all works out in the end.

Musical Guilt: Lets not even go there. I have an entire post on that, interested parties may read that here.

Celebrity Guilt: naah. This one is totally not me. Although I like to give out the vibe to certain people that I am like this mad drooling person when it comes to Abhishek Bachchan, I’m actually not that crazy about anyone. Honest!

Shopping Guilt: aaah, well. Like a lot of girls (and guys) out there, I can shop a lot when the mood seizes me, but most of the time I work very hard to rationalize and control this mood. Of course there have been weak moments when I have bought something that I totally did not need, nor use. Plenty of them actually, Daimm!

Clothes guilt: “I have no clothes! My clothes are all so boring!”

Is there more??…err yes plenty more.

Writer’s guilt (subset of literary guilt) : I cant count the number of times I’ve had a good idea for something but not done anything about it. So may poems, stories, essays. Its just sad. My blog is a classic example.

Phone bill guilt: I think this title is self-explanatory.

Exercise guilt: err..yeah all I can do I complain about my weight. I don’t actually do anything about it. This reminds me, Shiamak Davar’s school is coming to office to conduct a free workshop today, which I am going for. (yay!) Lets hope for the best.

That’s about it for now. I might not surface if I continued.

The ‘Four’ Tag

Ok, so since I’m feeling all lazy to write the review or, for that matter, anything remotely creative, I shall cheat and do a tag thing again. Sometimes they are convenient.

Four jobs I have had:
(Shall I just copy paste from my resume?)
1. Front office and customer care at a car showroom.
2. Training department of a hotel.
3. You know those annoying ppl who come up to you at a theatre/bookstore, asking you to fill in forms? I’ve been one of them.
4. Oh and the nice helpful people who help you fill forms and stuff at some meeting/seminar, I’ve been one of them too.
(All extremely entertaining experiences)

Four movies I could watch over and over:
1. Ice Age
2. Life Is Beautiful
3. DDLJ (stop smirking! :P)
4. Manichithra Thazhu

Four places I’ve lived:
1. Chennai
2. Orissa (Talcher)
3. Andra Pradesh (Ramagundam, Hyderabad)
4. Goa

Four TV shows I love to watch:
Well, I don’t watch television that much anymore but I used to regularly watch:
1. X-Files
2. Practice
3. Charmed
4. Medical Detectives

Four places I’ve been to on vacation:
1. Shimla (+ Kullu + Manali)
2. Calcutta
3. Chidambaram
4. Mumbai

Four of my favorite foods:
1. My daddy’s non-veg dishes.
2. My mommy’s Daal with Alu fry.
3. Properly made mallu food.
4. Any salad (Without fruits! I don’t like fruits.)

Four places I’d rather be right now:
(aah this is difficult!)
1. Some place I don’t know anybody. (But yes, I should know the local language.)
2. At a Floyd or a Bela Fleck concert.

3. A huge barn/shed/something full of books and enough food to survive. And music.
4. New Zealand.

Four sites I visit daily:
1. Google (it’s my homepage and gmail)
3. This site
4. Yahoo and Rediff mails

As usual I shall not tag anyone. If you are interested, consider yourself tagged.

Ahuh! That’s Right…

I got tagged. Yet Again!

Rita tagged me. Here are the rules that I picked up from her post:
(1) write a 100-to-200-word entry using the following words: I, me, blow job, grapes, random, power, loneliness, water, robot and blue;
(2) use these words once and only once; and of course
(3) the entry should make sense.

This is my life:
Every morning I wake up, actually no, every morning my mother wakes me up. Then there’s the breakfast of cereal with fruits (usually grapes). While driving to work the blue water of the ocean will be stared at, and some random thoughts thought. At work there will be the usual power cut (and the boss will get his usual blowjob). At night, sleep will bring with it loneliness.

Looks like a robot has a better life.

80 words.
And no! I’m NOT tagging anyone.