And good day continues...

finally i didnt screw up my cooking....i made the perfect tuna sandwich(dats what rahul told!!)...seriously my lady luck is really smiling on me today...isn't it looking yummy??

hmm...its perfect

well finally i can call it the perfect day of my vacation..its raining outside now...little droplets are entering through the open window...frank sinatra, nnenna freelon, peggy lee n bobby drain are crooning in my player...n i m reading one of the amazing book of all time.... "love in the time of cholera"...everything is just so fine that i feel as if i m on a vacation in a dream...so i guess penning it down will keep this moment fresh 4ever...

The Pasta Disaster

It was a sultry evening and there was nothing to occupy my mind..just flipping through the web pages wasn't a joy either..so i tried doing the unthinkable-cooking...and that too PASTA!!
now it wasn't that terrifying at the start although i m in a total alien territory-the KITCHEN!! well...to start off with i burnt my hand while draining the hot water...the amount of tomatoes weren't enough...the sauce was undercooked...the pasta was overboiled n looked like loose skin(yeww!!)..but that was not d worst part...it was the aftermath-the kitchen was total mess(mom freaked out!!) and ya how can i forget the part called "EATING"...where i made ma,pa n bro to eat that gooey stuff...well mom n dad gobbled it down with litres of water and rahul coudn't eat more than 3 spoons(i know he did that too outta pity or maybe courtesy)and this is what he said:

"Sis,do whatever u want in life except...cooking!!"

ah! it was a real shame especially when both your parents are awesome cook...not my fault(zaroor genes mein koi chemical locha hua tha!!)

The Bastard Theory

well the other day i came across this hilarious yet a very controversial theory.its by Anthony Sherratt concerning how/why it's the bastards who end up with women(hey!!not all women..)..here goes the theory:
"Women find confidence attractive. The only problem with this is that quite often the other traits a woman may look for are not present in the most common form of Confi-magnon man: the Bastard. Bastards are very confident particularly in social situations because they have less invested in it. That is, they don't really care. And when you don't care there's little or no nerves, a nonchalant attitude and sometimes a touch of arrogance. This lack of caring (the very lack of the sensitivity that women also want) is easily disguised when The Charm needs to be turned on: true bastards do this easily. Their philosophy is that women are for just their pleasure and I've even had one offer his "hunting philosophy" that went along the lines of "I'll get/ask for sex and I get it or I don't. 99 rejections are worth 1 acceptance."(bloody bastards!!) (paraphrased) In summary they see women as a sex toy or meat and it's their low care factor that gives them their confidence, their strongest weapon.

The real problem lies in the fact that most females seem unable to distinguish between confident bastard (common) and confident man (rarer and becoming disillusioned). After all bastards camouflage themselves well and have more opportunity to practice the charm (ie lies). But unlike confident man the bastards don't follow through. Occasionally they will for awhile but their selfishness will shine through.

The truly sad thing is that because of the higher profile the bastards enjoy a lot of women will generalise and categorise all men into the bastards genre(and they love doing it!!). This is obviously untrue (and unfair) but the sensitive man is the one who is a little less likely to play the games and may often be rebuffed early. Going off on a tangent now... But most men can distinguish between the sleaze/player/bastard (confidant-eructus) and the dying breed of confidant romantics??Ironic that the shallower (and retrospectively less attractive) man is more attractive in the short-term. Is humanity doomed by our own genes? Or just our emotional desires? "

finally the song that inspired my blog...

MY WAY:
-Frank Sinatra(yeah i do listen 2 jazz 2..thanks 2 him...mesmerised me with his album "Strangers in the night"....i still go gaga over that golden voice...way to go sinatra!!)

And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, Ill say it clear,
Ill state my case, of which Im certain.

Ive lived a life thats full.
Ive traveled each and evry highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets, Ive had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, Im sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.

Ive loved, Ive laughed and cried.
Ive had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!

THE BEST PART OF MY DAY...

Seriously it’s the most unexpected thing that can happen to me coz I study in such an insty where I hate everything about it. Ask my best friend and he’ll tell u how much I complain about my college. But a strange thing happened n now I actually started liking my insty. Well I joined this Techno-preneurship Training Program (TET) conducted by VITTBI and I love it. It’s the missing link of my restlessness. Here I m taught the basics of starting my own business – from finding a business opportunity to marketing the product.

Its love at first sight. From day1 it’s a magical tour for me. Every moment of these classes I learn something new. And I m enjoying the whole experience. It’s generally after my class hours. From 5pm it sometimes extends up to 9pm. And hey I m not complaining about the dinners I missed or my basketball practices or hanging out with my friends. The whole idea of starting my own business actually scared me in the beginning. But now that I know its same feeling for any damn entrepreneur, I m no longer scared to take a dive in the business world. Infact my first business venture is in its incubation period. I m not an MBA (nor intend to be one!!), so I m vulnerable to making mistakes in my first venture. But I love to learn my lessons always the hard way. It’s a real time challenge and nothing excites me more than a tough challenge.

Number crunching in finance class or solving the tricky case studies actually makes my day. Besides, the numerous camps and seminars I attended have opened a new vista for me. And the best part is I m meeting people from the business world. Industrialists, venture capitalists, entrepreneurs, marketing scholars…you name it. Just sitting next to them and sharing their experiences is euphoric. There is so much to learn from them. Its like I m an empty glass which never gets full. I remember my Taekwondo Master saying “Never stop learning. If u ever have to bow ur head in front of someone to gain knowledge never give a second thought. Go for it”. And its so true.

Business world is my world. This is where I belong. It’s a tough and lonely road ahead. But who cares? After all its what I love. And nothing else matters.