I love the beginning of the ride towards glorious summer (some of you may call it Spring - but I doubt the Bay makes distinct distinctions).
- For the past one week, everytime I cross a window or go outside around 5.30p in the evening, my face automatically breaks into a grin when I notice it is not dark outside yet. And what's more, everyday, the duration of daylight is getting longer. Yaay!
- Today, for the first time in God knows how many months, I walked outside without a sweatshirt or cold-weather wear of any kind and did not shiver. We also ate lunch outside in the sun afterwards.
- The trees are blooming. There are these trees on either side of the road outside my office. Right now there are pretty pink flowers on them, lining every single branch. It is all I can do to not break out into song when I walk under them.
- The jogging/walking/running crowd is out in full force. Shorts, capris and the ocassional skirt is making a comeback.
- My apartment heater has been in off mode for a while now. I am not even wearing a sweater at home today though the windows are open.
- The mustard fields near my workplace are a sunny riot of yellow. If the Aditya Chopras and the Karan Johars of the world had offices nearby, salwar-kameez clad heroines with flowing-dupattas would be running through the fields everyday now.
- The sun has been shining merrily every single morning for almost a week.
Yes, I am lovin' it.
Update (March 06 2k8): I knew fully well I was tempting fate even as I wrote this post. But I sure did not expect fate to be quite so prompt in reacting. Today is cloudy and cold. And rain is slated for the entire weekend. Talk about retribution.
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Sunday, March 02, 2008
Not about any particular thing
Seems like I have been away from my blog for quite a while now (~10 days of no-posting is a long time - for me). My brain simply seems to have dried up and is currently devoid of topics to write about. That being the case, I should probably quietly close the browser window about now. But then, ha - when was the last time I listened to reason?
Anyways, past couple of weeks have been fairly hectic and stressful at work. Everyone has been coping up decently well though, doing whatever it takes to remain sane.
- The other day our manager wanted to talk to my colleague T. "T", she called, as she walked towards his cubicle. Once there, she was puzzled to see his chair empty - she had just seen him entering his cube. That was when she spotted T hiding under his table. She burst out laughing and T said mock sadly as he got up, "Oh man, she found me. Now I will get more work."
- H had been doing a lot of development work and had been lagging behind on writing the unit tests. One fine day, he reported during the status meeting "Oh, I finally wrote a couple of tests today". Another colleague, K, immediately grinned and piped up, "Oh, that's why I saw pigs flying outside today." I have heard people say "that's why it started raining" to express disbelief. But using the pig phraseology in this context was new to me and completely cracked me up (I was also imagining a pig wearing a pink night-cap and flying). I think I was stifling my laughter for the entire duration of the status meeting.
- One of my colleagues recently returned from a trip to Europe. He had brought back Cadbury's chocolates for everyone. For some reason, they reminded me of India and I simply loved them. Towards the end of the day, I walked into the kitchen and found a last half piece of chocolate still left. With glee, I announced, "I am going to eat this last piece" when my colleague D swooped in behind me and grabbed the last piece. I turned around and gave him a glare which would have probably melted Mt.Everest. D meekly put back the last piece and walked away. Moral of the story: Never mess with a girl and her chocolate!
***
Appropos of nothing, I learnt a new descriptive phrase from Wordsmith's 'A Word a Day' mailing list (which btw, is completely awesome) last week. How many of you folks have encountered a Job's comforter at some point in time?
p.s. Whoever would have thought there would been an actual Wikipedia article titled "When pigs fly"? Wikipedia rocks!
Anyways, past couple of weeks have been fairly hectic and stressful at work. Everyone has been coping up decently well though, doing whatever it takes to remain sane.
- The other day our manager wanted to talk to my colleague T. "T", she called, as she walked towards his cubicle. Once there, she was puzzled to see his chair empty - she had just seen him entering his cube. That was when she spotted T hiding under his table. She burst out laughing and T said mock sadly as he got up, "Oh man, she found me. Now I will get more work."
- H had been doing a lot of development work and had been lagging behind on writing the unit tests. One fine day, he reported during the status meeting "Oh, I finally wrote a couple of tests today". Another colleague, K, immediately grinned and piped up, "Oh, that's why I saw pigs flying outside today." I have heard people say "that's why it started raining" to express disbelief. But using the pig phraseology in this context was new to me and completely cracked me up (I was also imagining a pig wearing a pink night-cap and flying). I think I was stifling my laughter for the entire duration of the status meeting.
- One of my colleagues recently returned from a trip to Europe. He had brought back Cadbury's chocolates for everyone. For some reason, they reminded me of India and I simply loved them. Towards the end of the day, I walked into the kitchen and found a last half piece of chocolate still left. With glee, I announced, "I am going to eat this last piece" when my colleague D swooped in behind me and grabbed the last piece. I turned around and gave him a glare which would have probably melted Mt.Everest. D meekly put back the last piece and walked away. Moral of the story: Never mess with a girl and her chocolate!
***
Appropos of nothing, I learnt a new descriptive phrase from Wordsmith's 'A Word a Day' mailing list (which btw, is completely awesome) last week. How many of you folks have encountered a Job's comforter at some point in time?
p.s. Whoever would have thought there would been an actual Wikipedia article titled "When pigs fly"? Wikipedia rocks!
Friday, February 22, 2008
Should I be blogging?
Just dug out this poem I came across a while ago. Made me think again as to what exactly drives me to blog... Enjoy :-)!
The Misanthrope
(Oronte and Alceste are friends who are in love with the same girl - which perhaps explains Alceste's rather cruel review)
ORONTE
...
In short, I am your servant. And now, dear friend,
Since you have such fine judgement, I intend
To please you, if I can, with a small sonnet
I wrote not long ago. Please comment on it,
And tell me whether I ought to publish it.
ALCESTE:
Sir, these are delicate matters; we all desire
To be told that we've the true poetic fire.
But once, to one whose name I shall not mention,
I said, regarding some verse of his invention,
That gentlemen should rigorously control
That itch to write which often afflicts the soul;
That one should curb the heady inclination
To publicize one's little avocation;
And that in showing off one's works of art
One often plays a very clownish part.
...
You're under no necessity to compose;
Why you should wish to publish, heaven knows.
There's no excuse for printing tedious rot
Unless one writes for bread, as you do not.
Resist temptation, then, I beg of you;
Conceal your pastimes from the public view.
-- Moliere
The Misanthrope
(Oronte and Alceste are friends who are in love with the same girl - which perhaps explains Alceste's rather cruel review)
ORONTE
...
In short, I am your servant. And now, dear friend,
Since you have such fine judgement, I intend
To please you, if I can, with a small sonnet
I wrote not long ago. Please comment on it,
And tell me whether I ought to publish it.
ALCESTE:
Sir, these are delicate matters; we all desire
To be told that we've the true poetic fire.
But once, to one whose name I shall not mention,
I said, regarding some verse of his invention,
That gentlemen should rigorously control
That itch to write which often afflicts the soul;
That one should curb the heady inclination
To publicize one's little avocation;
And that in showing off one's works of art
One often plays a very clownish part.
...
You're under no necessity to compose;
Why you should wish to publish, heaven knows.
There's no excuse for printing tedious rot
Unless one writes for bread, as you do not.
Resist temptation, then, I beg of you;
Conceal your pastimes from the public view.
-- Moliere
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Let it snow
I had major doubts about my choice of vacation destination when I noticed that the first reaction people gave whenever I said "I am going to visit Wisconsin in Feb" was a look of incredulity followed by laughter and concluded with an unsaid "You are sooooo crazy".
Not surprising since the Mid-west is one of the chilliest places to be around in winter. One of the Wisconsin friends I was visiting said the temperature, with wind-chill factored in, was at -35°F the day I booked my tickets.
I am the kind of person who pulls on her warm winter woollies and finds a comfortable spot near the heater when the temperature goes anywhere below +50°F. Still, one ought to experience different experiences, no?
Yesterday, I got back safe and sound from Wisconsin. How was the trip you ask? I have simply fallen in love with snow :-). Believe it or not, I actually had a slight twinge of sadness when I landed in San Jose last night and confirmed that my fantastic wish of seeing snow-covered grounds in San Jose was not going to happen.
My Wisc friends tell me that the joys of snow pale pretty fast after a winter of living in it. But as of now, my head is still filled with thoughts of wintry white fairylands. A fairyland where I walked on a frozen lake, threw mounds of powdery soft snow, built a snow-girl, stretched my arms out blissfully as I stood under falling snow-flakes, stepped off the sidewalks to see how deep my feet would sink into the white mass on the ground, sat by the big window of heated house watching the world turn white ...
Instead of justifiably whacking my besotted head, my friends totally humored me (I have said they rock, right) even when I admitted that I was cold and numb but was having too good a time in the snow to get away to a warmer spot :-) and when I insisted on treading on the icy sidewalks "just to see how slippery it is".
Ah, snow!
Stark trees beside Lake Michigan
Watching falling snow from the cozy confines of a fifth floor apartment
The ivy covered walls looked ethereal
Sleet covered roads
I thought the white cap gave every house a fairytale look!
Not surprising since the Mid-west is one of the chilliest places to be around in winter. One of the Wisconsin friends I was visiting said the temperature, with wind-chill factored in, was at -35°F the day I booked my tickets.
I am the kind of person who pulls on her warm winter woollies and finds a comfortable spot near the heater when the temperature goes anywhere below +50°F. Still, one ought to experience different experiences, no?
Yesterday, I got back safe and sound from Wisconsin. How was the trip you ask? I have simply fallen in love with snow :-). Believe it or not, I actually had a slight twinge of sadness when I landed in San Jose last night and confirmed that my fantastic wish of seeing snow-covered grounds in San Jose was not going to happen.
My Wisc friends tell me that the joys of snow pale pretty fast after a winter of living in it. But as of now, my head is still filled with thoughts of wintry white fairylands. A fairyland where I walked on a frozen lake, threw mounds of powdery soft snow, built a snow-girl, stretched my arms out blissfully as I stood under falling snow-flakes, stepped off the sidewalks to see how deep my feet would sink into the white mass on the ground, sat by the big window of heated house watching the world turn white ...
Instead of justifiably whacking my besotted head, my friends totally humored me (I have said they rock, right) even when I admitted that I was cold and numb but was having too good a time in the snow to get away to a warmer spot :-) and when I insisted on treading on the icy sidewalks "just to see how slippery it is".
Ah, snow!
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The first snow-girl I have ever made. Note the "ribbon".
Stark trees beside Lake Michigan
Watching falling snow from the cozy confines of a fifth floor apartment
The ivy covered walls looked ethereal
Sleet covered roads
I thought the white cap gave every house a fairytale look!
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Compliment(!?!) of the day
Female Colleague (FC): Hey, you have been losing a lot of weight of late!
Me (looking up from computer): Mmmh? Really?
FC: You are looking very thin.
Me: Really? I don't think so. I don't think I lost...
FC (interrupting fiercely): Don't lie to me! You HAVE lost weight. (stalking off crossly)
Me (huh, what just happened?): ...
Me (looking up from computer): Mmmh? Really?
FC: You are looking very thin.
Me: Really? I don't think so. I don't think I lost...
FC (interrupting fiercely): Don't lie to me! You HAVE lost weight. (stalking off crossly)
Me (huh, what just happened?): ...
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Placebo effect
This morning, I was reading a post revolving around the Placebo Effect on Seth Godin's blog. In simplest terms, placebo effect is something which happens purely on the power of suggestion (thanks Wiki). Though the post I read did not really dwell on the Placebo effect as such, it set me thinking. I have had my share of experiences when I totally believed something which was not true just because my brain insisted it was true.
Experience #1
A couple of weeks ago I had a horrifying dream where I was being chased by a big dog. In my dream I was doing a sprint of Olympic standards. But the dog was doing even better and was fast gaining on me. Finally, with a huge pounce it jumped on me.
At that exact moment, I woke up, found myself pinned to the bed and I simply couldn't move. My eyes were still closed and I totally believed there was a huge dog sitting on my chest, not allowing any movement.
Then it struck me, wait a minute - I had been running away from the dog. So I should be lying down on my stomach now with the dog on my back. But I was actually lying down on my back. So maybe this wasn't true...
Cautiously I opened my eyes and peeped at the world. All I could see were the flourescent stars on my bedroom ceiling - phew! My brain had done a good job at convincing me even if it was only for a short bit.
Experience #2
This other incident took place years and years ago when I was in the fourth grade. My family had just figured out that I needed to wear spectacles for myopia (ya, it was established quite early in life that I was destined to be one of those wise bespectacled people). My parents took me to the spectacles store to try on various frames. After a lot of tries, I finally decided on a pair I liked. My parents asked the proprietor to get us a non-display version of the same frame. The proprietor brought out the new frame, complete with lenses and all.
I was super thrilled. I wore them and grinned at my mom - "I can see so well now". And I could actually read some stuff on the far wall. My mom looked at me surprised and said, "Well, you do know that these lenses are just normal glass. Your prescribed lenses will take some time to arrive". I had been able to see well with ordinary glass for a brief bit because I had thought the glass was designed to help me see better...
Do you have times when your brain has convinced you of some impossible thing?
Experience #1
A couple of weeks ago I had a horrifying dream where I was being chased by a big dog. In my dream I was doing a sprint of Olympic standards. But the dog was doing even better and was fast gaining on me. Finally, with a huge pounce it jumped on me.
At that exact moment, I woke up, found myself pinned to the bed and I simply couldn't move. My eyes were still closed and I totally believed there was a huge dog sitting on my chest, not allowing any movement.
Then it struck me, wait a minute - I had been running away from the dog. So I should be lying down on my stomach now with the dog on my back. But I was actually lying down on my back. So maybe this wasn't true...
Cautiously I opened my eyes and peeped at the world. All I could see were the flourescent stars on my bedroom ceiling - phew! My brain had done a good job at convincing me even if it was only for a short bit.
Experience #2
This other incident took place years and years ago when I was in the fourth grade. My family had just figured out that I needed to wear spectacles for myopia (ya, it was established quite early in life that I was destined to be one of those wise bespectacled people). My parents took me to the spectacles store to try on various frames. After a lot of tries, I finally decided on a pair I liked. My parents asked the proprietor to get us a non-display version of the same frame. The proprietor brought out the new frame, complete with lenses and all.
I was super thrilled. I wore them and grinned at my mom - "I can see so well now". And I could actually read some stuff on the far wall. My mom looked at me surprised and said, "Well, you do know that these lenses are just normal glass. Your prescribed lenses will take some time to arrive". I had been able to see well with ordinary glass for a brief bit because I had thought the glass was designed to help me see better...
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I do believe the mind-body connection concept has something going for it. Which is why it is all the more important to try really hard at maintaining positive thoughts I guess!Do you have times when your brain has convinced you of some impossible thing?
Friday, February 08, 2008
A free tip
Never check in a huge bulk of code on a Friday evening 30 minutes before you want to head home.
You could spend the rest of your Friday evening fixing broken tests.
I should know.
Darn it - grrr!
You could spend the rest of your Friday evening fixing broken tests.
I should know.
Darn it - grrr!
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Déjà vu
Oh my God! I am sure PhD comics spied on me in grad school!
Long, long ago, I was a Teaching Assistant (TA) in grad school. One awful quarter, our department secretary decided (what did I ever do to her) that I should be the TA for two graduate courses that quarter. Those were two huge classes and there was no reader. Which meant yours truly had to do the grading too besides holding office hours and stuff.
Coming to the PhD comics spying on me part. Many of my weekends that quarter went precisely like this:
If the scenario is popular enough to appear on PhD comics, then I guess this pain has been felt by TAs across the academic world. Misery loves company. And so, yaaay!
p.s. I still believe though, that quarter was God's way of showing me just how wrong I had been during all my years in primary school when my life's only fervent ambition was to become a teacher when I grew up - just so I could write big check and cross marks on notebooks with a red pen and then sign on them with flourish.
Long, long ago, I was a Teaching Assistant (TA) in grad school. One awful quarter, our department secretary decided (what did I ever do to her) that I should be the TA for two graduate courses that quarter. Those were two huge classes and there was no reader. Which meant yours truly had to do the grading too besides holding office hours and stuff.
Coming to the PhD comics spying on me part. Many of my weekends that quarter went precisely like this:
If the scenario is popular enough to appear on PhD comics, then I guess this pain has been felt by TAs across the academic world. Misery loves company. And so, yaaay!
p.s. I still believe though, that quarter was God's way of showing me just how wrong I had been during all my years in primary school when my life's only fervent ambition was to become a teacher when I grew up - just so I could write big check and cross marks on notebooks with a red pen and then sign on them with flourish.
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Conversations with friends
Conversation #1
Me: So, what do I get if I do you this favor?
Friend-1: A prize.
Me: Ooooh, really? What is it? What is it?
Friend-1: Oh, I can't tell you now! The prize is a secret!
(Time lapse.)
Me: Okay, I am done! Where is my secret prize?
Friend-1 (in a sad voice): I can't give it to you! Otherwise it will no longer be a secret.
Me: Grrr!
Me: You so don't look like Keanu Reeves.
Friend-2: Of course I do! I know I look like Keanu Reeves.
Me: Yeah right! Other people are supposed to tell you that!
Friend-2: No way! I am the only person who has looked at my face every single day of my life. I should know better than anyone else whether I look like Keanu Reeves!
Me: ....
(While listening to this song from the Tamil movie Bheema)
Me: Man, this song sounds very familiar.
Friend-3: Obviously it does! After all it is composed by Harris Jeyaraj. Didn't you know Harris Jeyaraj is very popular among all OOPS managers?
Me: Huh!?! No. Why?
Friend-3: No one else has mastered the concepts of reusability, inheritance and polymorphism quite as much as he has!
Me: Hahahahahah!
Me: So, what do I get if I do you this favor?
Friend-1: A prize.
Me: Ooooh, really? What is it? What is it?
Friend-1: Oh, I can't tell you now! The prize is a secret!
(Time lapse.)
Me: Okay, I am done! Where is my secret prize?
Friend-1 (in a sad voice): I can't give it to you! Otherwise it will no longer be a secret.
Me: Grrr!
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Conversation #2Me: You so don't look like Keanu Reeves.
Friend-2: Of course I do! I know I look like Keanu Reeves.
Me: Yeah right! Other people are supposed to tell you that!
Friend-2: No way! I am the only person who has looked at my face every single day of my life. I should know better than anyone else whether I look like Keanu Reeves!
Me: ....
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Conversation #3(While listening to this song from the Tamil movie Bheema)
Me: Man, this song sounds very familiar.
Friend-3: Obviously it does! After all it is composed by Harris Jeyaraj. Didn't you know Harris Jeyaraj is very popular among all OOPS managers?
Me: Huh!?! No. Why?
Friend-3: No one else has mastered the concepts of reusability, inheritance and polymorphism quite as much as he has!
Me: Hahahahahah!
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p.s. In case you are wondering, nopes - did not make any of this up!
Monday, February 04, 2008
Cold
What's up with the Bay Area weather these days? It is so cold all the time. Which is kinda okay, since I always have the choice of staying put in my apartment, turning on my heater, curling up beside it and never going out. However, in order to be able to afford the above said heater and apartment, I need to work. Which brings me to my actual grouse.
Whichever sadist designed my workplace decided that the air conditioning in here has to be directly proportional (and if possible, be lower) to the coldness of the weather outside. The cubicles are chilly enough. But the conference rooms are even worse. Stepping into one of them is like getting into the freezer compartment of a refrigerator.
Today we had a day long meeting and I sat in the conference-room like a salted snail, shriveled into a ball with the least possible surface area. A colleague looked at me concerned and asked if I was really that cold. Another sympathetically observed that it does get colder inside the office as it gets colder outside.
I have been wearing more and more layers of clothing to work everyday. Other than making me look more and more like Tuntun, this has not made me feel any warmer. It is just a matter of time before I go all out and wear my woolen cap, gloves, muffler, thermals and winter-outerwear inside the office.
The cap should help muffle the sounds of pointing and laughing I guess.
Whichever sadist designed my workplace decided that the air conditioning in here has to be directly proportional (and if possible, be lower) to the coldness of the weather outside. The cubicles are chilly enough. But the conference rooms are even worse. Stepping into one of them is like getting into the freezer compartment of a refrigerator.
Today we had a day long meeting and I sat in the conference-room like a salted snail, shriveled into a ball with the least possible surface area. A colleague looked at me concerned and asked if I was really that cold. Another sympathetically observed that it does get colder inside the office as it gets colder outside.
I have been wearing more and more layers of clothing to work everyday. Other than making me look more and more like Tuntun, this has not made me feel any warmer. It is just a matter of time before I go all out and wear my woolen cap, gloves, muffler, thermals and winter-outerwear inside the office.
The cap should help muffle the sounds of pointing and laughing I guess.
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