I've been tagged!

OK guys, I’ve been tagged.
An old friend of mine with whom I happened to lose touch completely for years and incidentally managed to renew that recently through blogging. I love your posts Bullshee and I promise I’ll be faithful in commenting on them but why tag me??
Anyway now given the opportunity, I guess I’ll just shut up and start writing :)

Four cartoons strips I’d die for

Calvin and Hobbes: I can so relate to that guy!

Garfield: Again, someone I can pretty much relate to.

Dilbert: He’s my latest inspiration (don’t want anyone at work reading this!)

Lockhorns: The perfect couple indeed :D

Four things I sincerely do at work

Chat with a minimum of ten people per day. People in my cubicle call it “extended" project support.

Spend an hour on lunch with friends and a half hour dessert session in coffeday after that.

Google and filter out stuff I need and use even a smaller portion of what I get. Can’t deny it but I owe my job to google.

Coffee breaks at regular intervals to kill sleep and time.

Four desserts I love

Vanilla ice-cream, a brownie and loads of hot chocolate: a truly intoxicating combo. Ooh yum!


Plain cheese cake: You get the best of it at ‘cake walk’ in Chennai.

Palpayasam: A royal dessert after a heavy sadya (feast)

Yummy spongy rosogullas: ya maybe ten of them. Can’t seem to get enough of it ever!

Four Things I Still fail to understand

Topping the list would be the "inflated" male “macho” ego. It is so big that we women generally tend to lie a lot to satisfy it. Why can’t you guys just be normal like us girls :):D
I dunno from which all sides I’m gonna get beaten up for this one.

Why there are people in Tamil Nadu who’re ready to die for movie stars or even build a temple for a movie star. This time I’m dead for sure.

Why the society thinks unmarried girls in their mid twenties are old! The other day my mom was telling me that I’m getting old and I should get married soon. Well, I jus thought, “If I’m getting old, then what you think you are getting?”
(Pardon me for this ma. Down on my knees, kissing your feet)

Why we study so much in school and college to get into a job that has absolutely nothing to do with any of it. I think I’ll jus take Pink Floyd’s advice at least from now on.

Four places I’ve lived in
Bullshee has warned me against using any of the headings he's written on but right now
I cant help but use at least one of his copyrighted headings. Bullshee, hoping that B’lore is pretty far from Chennai and it’ll take you a while to come over here to kick ma ass :P

Trivandrum: Spent almost my entire life there. My first home. One of the most calm and serene places in Kerala (But take my word and don’t dare go near the secretariat building on the day of a strike. You might end up seeing a not so good version of the calmness and serenity!)

Mysore: Spent an amazing six months there for job training. The training sucked but I’m still in love with this place. Great climate, awesome place.

Palakkad: Again a calm and serene place in Kerala where I was born. Go and visit my grandparents there at times and that’s when I realize it is worth taking time to actually smell the flowers.

Chennai: Been here for 2 years now and I actually like this place now. It’s got some of the best eateries, nice people and great shopping:) The Tamils really don’t need a reason to celebrate so there’s always celebration everywhere!

Four of the biggest blunders I’ve committed till date

The first one would be my CTS (Cognizant Technologies) interview blunder. I was so charmed by the smart and young interviewer and I was smartly answering his questions until he asked me the most obvious question “So why do you wanna be in CTS?”
Well, that being a question I’d anticipated, I cleared my throat and started off with my made up reply “Oh well, that’s cos “TCS” is the ……. Blah blah…”
I dint realize my mistake and I kept blabbering about a lotta good stuff about the company and when I ended my speech, the hunk of an interviewer asked me “Did you say “TCS”??” Oh boy I had talked for a minute and it was like suddenly I forgot all what I’d spoken. I gave him a sheepish smile and asked him back “Did I say TCS??” I dunno but that guy was crazy enough to recruit me! Thanks man!

Recently, I was asked to meet a manager for a new project and I was informed that I’d be asked questions on my previous work experience. The manager started shooting out questions and one of them was “So Parvathy, how much would you rate yourself in Java programming on a scale of 10?” Now that was something I’d never though about. But somehow I answered without a doubt “a 9”. Oh boy! Thankfully he dint test my knowledge then but the moment I came out and told my friends about this they yelled at me saying, “James Gosling himself wouldn’t rate himself so high in Java. What kind of a creature are you!” I dint realize what they meant then but being in the project for 2 months, now I know. Any work that remotely uses Java comes to me. Damn yourself Par!

Bunking classes and going to a movie to see my entire family there to watch the same movie!


Once on my way back home, I saw a poor couple with a child. Initially I thought they were begging for alms but later I understood they spoke Hindi and they were lost in Chennai without a way to go back to Mumbai, where they said they’d come from. Now I’ve always wanted to speak Hindi cos whenever I did to my friends, they’d ask me to shut up saying that I have a terrible accent. Now these people wouldn’t tease me so I decided to show off saying “Haan bolo mujhe hindi maloom hai (Ya tell me, I know Hindi)” I talked for a while and finally they started demanding money from me. They asked me for a thousand bucks like they were asking for ten rupees. Finally after a long argument and losing hundred bucks, I got outta there. Man! I never wanna speak Hindi in my lifetime!

Four people I wanna tag would be

Amar: A tech genius who spends all his time chatting and in the end comes up with research papers on complex stuff I don’t even attempt to understand.

Lakshmi: My dear cousin sister who started blogging soon after she started staying with me to show the world what an animal I am.

Deepu: A good friend who recently started writing. Keep going man.

Deepak: A junior from school who loves to write and the first person to comment on my post. Deepak, your turn.


Phew! I had to get this post up before Bullshee wrote his next one. Now that was really “confessed under torture” Bullshee...