Chez Moi

Inba tagged me to do justice to this. I think one tag post is all that is needed for me to prove to her how hopeless I am at following instructions.

A - Available?
Bwahahaha! Er, no.

B - Best friend
Don’t believe in having a ‘best’ friend. Have a handful of close friends and that keeps me happy.

C - Cake or Pie?
Cake, cake, cake! Esp the inhale-able kind from Taj Cake Shop.

D - Drink of choice:
Coffee to kick start the mornings; margarita when out on the tiles

E - Essential thing used everyday
My lovely MacBook. God bless Apple.

F - Favourite color:
Red

G - Gummi bears or worms:
Gummi bears, yay!

H - Hometown:
Madras, nalla Madras

I - Indulgence:
Designer perfume

J - January or February:
Feb. Dunno why.

K - Kids and names:
A boy - P and another baby (a girl, hopef) on the way

L - Life:
“Life is a roller coaster, just got to ride it!”

M - Marriage date:
A day and a year before P’s birth!

N - Number of siblings:
One – a brother, who, funnily enough, is all growed up now!

O - Oranges or apples:
Hmm depends. Gimme banana or mango and no doubts there!

P - Phobias:
Reptiles. Enough to make me wet myself - seriously.

Q - Quote:
“What goes around comes around”. Kinda doomsday-type philosophy that I believe in totally.

R - Reason to smile:
Er, life’s good? You see so much shit nowadays that I am like ‘count my blessings and keep plodding on’. So yeah, so far so good and that’s reason enough to smile.

S - Season:
Autumn, def. We once went to Bath during October and almost crashed the car during the drive cos we kept gasping at the foliage.

T - Tag three people:
Hasn’t everyone done this thing already? If anyone’s out there who hasn’t, pls do take it up.

U - Unknown fact about me:
Er, kinda defeats the point, methinks but well, let’s see…. I have no special skills to speak of - singing, dancing, playing instruments, crafting, even driving the frigging car - nada.

V - Vegetable you do not like:
Broccoli. Blech.

W - Worst habit:
Too many to list here.

X - x-rays you have had:
Teeth, chest.

Y - Your favorite food:
TamBram, Gujju, Tandoori, Italian, Indo-Chinese, Mexican

Z - Zodiac:
Cancer

Phew!

The Mad Momma asked: “Is there any quality more cherishable in a man than gentleness?”

While most of her loyal legion said “of course not”, I wonder what else is there that makes the list.

1. Chivalry: What happened to good old fashioned chivalry? When men opened doors for you, said “after you”? I think they are using feminism as an excuse to behave like yobs. For the record, we like being our own women, yes but it doesn’t mean we wouldn’t appreciate it if the menfolk did stuff like opening the hefty door of a restaurant and letting us in first, rather than watch on while we risk an aneurysm wrestling with the damn thing and then  sail through the open door  first, making us feel like a dwarapalak!

2. Kindness: I like it when men are kind - sort of goes hand in hand with being gentle, I think. There is something about the bloke that helps a doddering old woman cross the road that tugs the heart strings. Giving up seats for preggie / old ladies in crowded buses and train don’t come under this category: they are just purely sensible things to do and shame on you if you don’t!

3. Patience: There’s something irrepressibly charming about the man who is calm and holds onto his patience even when the person opposite is driving him nuts, being inexplicably mental. I’d fully understand if he imagined beating said person black and blue whilst being excruciatingly polite. Even more understandable is taking it out on the poor cushion after said person has exited the scene.

4. Humour: Huge dollops of it. There’s nothing to top someone who can take a joke or see the funny side of any situation. Absolutely!

After my half-assed attempts to write random words in the midst of all the studying, I decided to take a peek at Blogstats and was pleasantly surprised. I’d thought it will read like the heart monitor of a mortuary resident. Instead, I have been clocking some serious miles - esp the day before yesterday when an inordinate number of people where interested in what I say.

Smelling something fishy, I dug a bit and the bulb went off - that was the day the lovely MM gave me the Blogging Buddies batch and of course, a few of her faithful fans followed the breadcrumb trail.

That was when I realised - it doesn’t matter if I can’t write shit. As long as my lovely mates keep writing about me, folks will keep wandering in. So I’ve got a proposition for you lot, my mad bloggy mates - write random shit about me on a weekly basis and I will split some AdSense moola with you. I’ll even give you a Best Blogging Buddy badge to sweeten the deal. What say?

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Buried though I am, under masses of coursework and exam material, I still find to keep up with what my bloggy pals are upto - and do a random web trawl, while I am at it. And it was during one such sojourn that I came across this, admittedly  old, article  on Google. Made for a fascinating read (well, anything is fascinating when all you see around you is Interaction Design and sampling and pilot studies) - and I thought, being the kind, generous soul that I am, I shall share it with you. What a sweetheart, eh?

So, here it is, leddies and gents - decide for yourself: Is Google Evil? (cue maniacal laughter)

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