Cellular

She struggles to find her way out. But no one is around. Fumbling with her phone, she keeps redialling but can't get through. Even the network seems to be her enemy today. The walls to her sides and in front block people's vision and make them oblivious of her need to get out. She has to get out.
With tired fingers, she tries calling again but no response. 'God, this cant be happening.... its 5.15pm, my cab's not here and i need to go home.' Mummaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Why don't cabs follow their schedule? I hate waiting in office when it's time to go home. Grrr! Let me call again.

Roll over Beethoven...

I deeply believe that Monday blues aren't really a subset of the work component. Rather it's the ride/drive to work. The thought of driving on THE MONDAY morning, when just the day before the word 'hustle' didnt feature in anyone's dictionary, is pure 'torment'-ia.

T'was a regular Monday morning drive to work and obviously, I wasn't in my best frame of mind. To my only rescue, a friend was travelling with me too. So we stop at this traffic signal. A major Metro construction project for Blre is going on and the side-fields are suddenly populated with banjaras. I was looking to my left when out of nowehere two boys, with dripping noses and filthy clothes, stopped at the driver's side. One bewildered expression after the next, continues to stare in disbelief as they pull out a wooden clanker and in a monotone noise start "1-2-3..... lal dupatta ud gaya re tere hawa ke jhoke se, mujhko piya ne dekh liya hai re dhoke se...........".

I begged n begged n begged my friend to ask them to stop. The only reason I couldn't do it was because between laughing too hard, noiselessly and streaming tears rolling out of my eyes, the boys wouldn't have understood a thing.

Music does trigger a refreshing emotion.

Tata Indicom

This is one ad I’ve really liked in today’s times:

Ye choti sadke kahin na kahin to khulengi
(Someday these narrow roads will open to a greater tomorrow)

Suna hai ki khwaabon ko kamare mein band rakhne se par nikal aate hai
(I’ve heard that if you lock your dreams in a room, you grow wings)

Khwaabon ko udne ke liye thodi practice aur chahiye
(For your dreams to fly, you need some practice)

Raah mein milestones sirf duriyaan batate hai
(Milestones in your path only tell you the distances you need to travel)

Sust sadkon ko bhi kadamo ki aahat zaroori hai
(Even lonely roads need the wake up call of footsteps)

Tata Indicom - taaki aap aur aap ke khwaabon ke beech main koi na aa sake
(Brand x - So that nothing comes between you and your dreams)

Aur aap sun sake aapne dil ki awaaz
(And u can listen to the sound of your heart)

Girl's Night Out

Why females should avoid a girls night out after they are married....

The other evening a lady was invited out for a night with the "girls." She promised her husband that she would be home by midnight.

Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easily, accompanied by much laughter and merriment.Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, she headed for home.Just as she got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up and cuckooed 3 times.Quickly, realizing her husband would probably wake up, the lady cuckooed another 9 times.Really proud of herself for coming up with such a quick-witted solution, in order to escape a possible conflict with him, she made her way up the stairs. Even when totally smashed... she was amazed at her math. 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos t= 12 Cuckoos for MIDNIGHT!

The next morning over breakfast her husband asked what time she had returned.
MIDNIGHT ", she replied without hesitation...

He nodded and then said …
“We need a new cuckoo clock. Last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said "oh shit...” Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted….”

Hmmm...

Oh my dear soul! I can't believe it. I've ACTUALLY found me the puuuurrrrrfect romantic movie. Didn't know that was possible. Wonder how cynicism didn’t find its hold here.

Damn!! I feel like a girl again…