Yesterday,
I said no to an outing cos I didnt know what to wear. [Now that, is a first time for me. I usually just wear something and go. And I didnt know I was doing it, until I had done it.]
I bargained. I mean like real well. This time I even sounded like dad. Usually if I have money, I dont bargain.
I saw a film of a Malayalam 'superstar' and actually liked it. That was one of the films after he gained weight like an elephant.
Dad didnt scold me when the Internet bill came. [Obvious reasons. :D ]
And I have started to take note of the conversations I have with people. Not just blabber away and forget it. :)
Life has changed a bit.. :)
May 30, 2010
May 29, 2010
May 28, 2010
May 27, 2010
What 'not' !
Usually we do the 'Be the Roman in Rome' thing and decide if the society thinks it is good, it is and do it. Although it helps getting along with people, I think it is lame in one way. You like what you like.
1. I see people making mayhem over Monalisa.
I dont understand what all the hullabaloo is all about. I dont think she has a smile or sadness on her face. I think its just a fat gal with no eyebrows! [You never noticed that before. Did you? :D ]
She is toooo fat if you ask me. I bet the model died of obesity related reasons soon after the painting.
And the veil thingy he tried, I dont think it looks any good to me.
Tell you what? Now,
This is something that impresses me.
But of course, we believe what the west says is good, is good! Pathetic!
2. I dont think Aishwarya Rai looks any good! Sushmita Sen does!
Aishwarya looked good initially, I admit. But the hype even now? I dont get it.
Just watch the stupid ad for "Longines"[Prima Luna].
The one where she simply walks around with no story line and the whole ad is based on this walking around.
When they show her face, just look at those wrinkles that show obviously and compare it with the "Mohabattein" Ash. The " Mohabattein" Ash looks angelic and the "Longines" one looks all artificial ; not to mention, old.
I think she better start thinking about a baby unless she wants to never have one. But that is MY opinion. The Bacchchan family may do whatever they wish!
3. I dont think Shakespeare's plays are great.
No, it bores me to death. He certainly had a good vocab compared to his contemporaries. But I think that is just about it. All those people who think the plays are great, try reading any one of them in their unabridged versions [i.e. the way he wrote it]. I bet most would be sleeping before 10 pages.
It was just a show off for people of his time to go for those plays. If his vocab was not the common man's, certainly none understood what the actors said... You know, the high society thing!
Well, I have no patience anyways.
PS- I am putting in a new experiment in my blog.. A situation where, whatever you say, how much ever you explain, wont make sense, is presented graphically. [Or as much graphics my patience lets me put in.]
"Speechless", is what I call it.
I hope I can continue it at Chennai...
Cheerz!
DN
1. I see people making mayhem over Monalisa.
I dont understand what all the hullabaloo is all about. I dont think she has a smile or sadness on her face. I think its just a fat gal with no eyebrows! [You never noticed that before. Did you? :D ]
She is toooo fat if you ask me. I bet the model died of obesity related reasons soon after the painting.
And the veil thingy he tried, I dont think it looks any good to me.
Tell you what? Now,
This is something that impresses me.
But of course, we believe what the west says is good, is good! Pathetic!
2. I dont think Aishwarya Rai looks any good! Sushmita Sen does!
Aishwarya looked good initially, I admit. But the hype even now? I dont get it.
Just watch the stupid ad for "Longines"[Prima Luna].
The one where she simply walks around with no story line and the whole ad is based on this walking around.
When they show her face, just look at those wrinkles that show obviously and compare it with the "Mohabattein" Ash. The " Mohabattein" Ash looks angelic and the "Longines" one looks all artificial ; not to mention, old.
I think she better start thinking about a baby unless she wants to never have one. But that is MY opinion. The Bacchchan family may do whatever they wish!
3. I dont think Shakespeare's plays are great.
No, it bores me to death. He certainly had a good vocab compared to his contemporaries. But I think that is just about it. All those people who think the plays are great, try reading any one of them in their unabridged versions [i.e. the way he wrote it]. I bet most would be sleeping before 10 pages.
It was just a show off for people of his time to go for those plays. If his vocab was not the common man's, certainly none understood what the actors said... You know, the high society thing!
Well, I have no patience anyways.
PS- I am putting in a new experiment in my blog.. A situation where, whatever you say, how much ever you explain, wont make sense, is presented graphically. [Or as much graphics my patience lets me put in.]
"Speechless", is what I call it.
I hope I can continue it at Chennai...
Cheerz!
DN
May 25, 2010
English 'Passed Away'...
http://www.orkut.co.in/Main#Community?rl=cpn&cmm=28546367
Check this community's Description!
Talk about education! :-|
@ Courtesy: Arun KA, who brought this into my notice. :)
Check this community's Description!
Talk about education! :-|
@ Courtesy: Arun KA, who brought this into my notice. :)
May 20, 2010
Some 'Punny' Questions...
There are some books that I wish I could read again. Why?
Why cos, I wish I had the patience to go through the book again and take every line I hated in there and criticize it.
Why do they name hurricanes with gals' names? - I ask.
"To catch the fishermen's attention" - He replies!
Two incidents a friend shared.. [He is not working in Kerala FYI!]
1."Once I was talking to a mallu frnd of mine on phone.. About going for a movie..
He was asking about some timings and I was asking him everytime "athinu pono, atho vere pono?"
Sometime later after the call, my colleague behind asked "You keep talking about porno all the time.. Dont you?
2.Another phone call oveheard from his cabin..
"Sir I cant find it under the shelf.."
"Where sir, I cant hear you!"
"Sorry sir, under the desk you mean?"
"Sorry sir, under where, under where sir?"
[Ok, ^ that one, needs to be heard to be understood. Imagine it in your head.. ;) ]
I was visiting a tee shirt shop [window shopping actually] with an [1]8 year old gal [no points for guessing who..] and she screams
"Virginity is the lack of opportunity! Did you ever think of that?!!!"
[No of course I didnt think of it you moron! ...But will be all what I think of for a week now!]
Shoppers had stopped everything they were doing and stared.
Oblivious to all these, she jumped looking at another tee comparing gals with landscapes or something..
Lets just say that was an embarrassing 'tee shopping' moment at the very least.
Why cos, I wish I had the patience to go through the book again and take every line I hated in there and criticize it.
Why do they name hurricanes with gals' names? - I ask.
"To catch the fishermen's attention" - He replies!
Two incidents a friend shared.. [He is not working in Kerala FYI!]
1."Once I was talking to a mallu frnd of mine on phone.. About going for a movie..
He was asking about some timings and I was asking him everytime "athinu pono, atho vere pono?"
Sometime later after the call, my colleague behind asked "You keep talking about porno all the time.. Dont you?
2.Another phone call oveheard from his cabin..
"Sir I cant find it under the shelf.."
"Where sir, I cant hear you!"
"Sorry sir, under the desk you mean?"
"Sorry sir, under where, under where sir?"
[Ok, ^ that one, needs to be heard to be understood. Imagine it in your head.. ;) ]
I was visiting a tee shirt shop [window shopping actually] with an [1]8 year old gal [no points for guessing who..] and she screams
"Virginity is the lack of opportunity! Did you ever think of that?!!!"
[No of course I didnt think of it you moron! ...But will be all what I think of for a week now!]
Shoppers had stopped everything they were doing and stared.
Oblivious to all these, she jumped looking at another tee comparing gals with landscapes or something..
Lets just say that was an embarrassing 'tee shopping' moment at the very least.
May 17, 2010
Why did that someone leave?
You meet some people in this life.
Then they go on, make you get used to them..
They manage to become the world for you..
And then ...
... they have to walk away.
They are leaving ...
... to prepare to receive you, in the next birth.
To take time and learn to become better for you. To be the best for you...
God's plans never go wrong ...
May 16, 2010
Too Bad at Being Sick!
[One day...]
Oh! the OTHER sick!! I had to tell someone who misunderstood the 'ill-sick' or 'not well-sick' to be the 'feel bad-sick'. :|
I say I am sick and tada, the bad me is out of the sack. [Ok not like I am perfect at other times. But sometimes I can be horrible.]
Day before yesterday, a sudden chill runs through my spine and I find it verrry unusual. Does it stop with the chill? No! From there, I get these tired limbs, creaky and painful joints and lightheadedness and this feeling that I might never be able to walk using my limbs again. The fever plays its own game, peekaboo.
Spirits really run low. Just mine. Initially I just try thinking I am imagining stuff. When I could stand up no more without support, I know I am going down now.
And I hit bed. When the chill comes, I switch the fan off. And when it goes away, I start sweating. And the worst part was, I could not move. Moving ached. Out of the blue! You know, I had not gone into the rain, no fever inducing activities and this guerrilla attack was just that. A guerrilla attack. :|
My temper starts running high and I dont stick to any channels. Browse browse and srowse. [Ok, that was drowse. Oops! Browse. Just that I am a bit drowsy.]
So, then, the stupid remote control stops working. Like I was gonna tolerate that.
'Whooooosh!...'
That was the remote flying to a remote area. ;)
I hear some shattering. I amass all my strength and walk upto the area of destruction [obviously, the remote wont walk back to me!] and see a very nice showpiece whose nose is broken. And out dear remote with its batteries out.
I put the showpiece back so the flowers hide the nose. [By the time someone finds that nose out, the statue would be out of vogue. ;)]
I bring back the remote and try making it work. No. It just wont.
So, what do you do in such 'emergency situations'?
Go use the TV controls! What were you thinking? :?
I did exactly that. And yeah, put the remote on the floor.
Enough of TVing I decide and try some lying around. Which is more like just switching off the TV. So no luck.
And then I manage to get some 40 winks when the goddam landline rings!
Which is like having to walk half a Kilometer to just pick it up, considering my 'pathological condition'. So I curse the one who invented landline and wondering why he or she could not just have straightaway invented the cellphone.
I pick it up.
"Hello this is your tailor. Is Meghna home?"
"No."
I try hanging up when the female at the other end says something. So I cant hang up yet. [And go lie down, my tired body adds]
"Actually I have two neck designs here. One with a square neck and piping that makes a window across."
"What?" My mind tries to decipher that.
Of course she is not a mind reader so she just carries on.
"And the other is a petal neck. Any idea which one is for her salwar?"
"No I dont. I was not there when you wrote it."
"But you are her sis. You would know what she wants."
"No. "
"Please.. Just try remembering..."
"Remembering?? You know, why dont you do one thing? CALL LATER AND ASK HER YOURSELF!"
Yeah, my bad, I shouted.
She hangs up.
And constant interruptions to my sleep by something or the other.
The only good part about being sick is that your family shows more care then. Dad goes all berserk initially, blaming food to weather to habits for the ailment. This time around, it was paneer for him. "You eat paneer from god-knows-where and end up like this!" "When I said be careful, you didnt listen!" "Suffer now!!!"
If I get through that phase, he transforms into the most caring fellow in the whole world. He suddenly remembers things you wanted in the past and comes home with it, without being asked.
Sis, who is really cold at other times, cooks for you and makes sure you feel a bit better at least.
Mom, who is too busy at work, calls up and puts up with my cranky behavior.
[An afterthought, I love my awesome family! Just love them. We are not perfect individuals. But We are complete together. With all our shortcomings.. :) ]
I am back to health now. And back to eating junk. Or whatever I feel like, covers the "junk".
This time, the fever lasted two days. And as someone said, you dont get much of it at other times anyway. So, while you have it, enjoy it.
In Chennai, I wont have a dotting dad or fighting sis or a mumbling mom. I will have peers who fight for a better GPA than me. I will have a hot climate. I will have new surroundings, different food.. You fall sick, you fall back.
So, these days, that is what I do.. Enjoy with family and friends here..
I hope one day, I can write the same about Chennai too.. I have a lot of prejudices for that place. And I have been cautioned too. But I hope the place has more good to offer me than bad.
So, two years down the lane, I can write that I loved being there.
Amma calling me for breakfast...
Cheerz till I see you again. Without a cliche post preferably!
Durga Nandan
Oh! the OTHER sick!! I had to tell someone who misunderstood the 'ill-sick' or 'not well-sick' to be the 'feel bad-sick'. :|
I say I am sick and tada, the bad me is out of the sack. [Ok not like I am perfect at other times. But sometimes I can be horrible.]
Day before yesterday, a sudden chill runs through my spine and I find it verrry unusual. Does it stop with the chill? No! From there, I get these tired limbs, creaky and painful joints and lightheadedness and this feeling that I might never be able to walk using my limbs again. The fever plays its own game, peekaboo.
Spirits really run low. Just mine. Initially I just try thinking I am imagining stuff. When I could stand up no more without support, I know I am going down now.
And I hit bed. When the chill comes, I switch the fan off. And when it goes away, I start sweating. And the worst part was, I could not move. Moving ached. Out of the blue! You know, I had not gone into the rain, no fever inducing activities and this guerrilla attack was just that. A guerrilla attack. :|
My temper starts running high and I dont stick to any channels. Browse browse and srowse. [Ok, that was drowse. Oops! Browse. Just that I am a bit drowsy.]
So, then, the stupid remote control stops working. Like I was gonna tolerate that.
'Whooooosh!...'
That was the remote flying to a remote area. ;)
I hear some shattering. I amass all my strength and walk upto the area of destruction [obviously, the remote wont walk back to me!] and see a very nice showpiece whose nose is broken. And out dear remote with its batteries out.
I put the showpiece back so the flowers hide the nose. [By the time someone finds that nose out, the statue would be out of vogue. ;)]
I bring back the remote and try making it work. No. It just wont.
So, what do you do in such 'emergency situations'?
Go use the TV controls! What were you thinking? :?
I did exactly that. And yeah, put the remote on the floor.
Enough of TVing I decide and try some lying around. Which is more like just switching off the TV. So no luck.
And then I manage to get some 40 winks when the goddam landline rings!
Which is like having to walk half a Kilometer to just pick it up, considering my 'pathological condition'. So I curse the one who invented landline and wondering why he or she could not just have straightaway invented the cellphone.
I pick it up.
"Hello this is your tailor. Is Meghna home?"
"No."
I try hanging up when the female at the other end says something. So I cant hang up yet. [And go lie down, my tired body adds]
"Actually I have two neck designs here. One with a square neck and piping that makes a window across."
"What?" My mind tries to decipher that.
Of course she is not a mind reader so she just carries on.
"And the other is a petal neck. Any idea which one is for her salwar?"
"No I dont. I was not there when you wrote it."
"But you are her sis. You would know what she wants."
"No. "
"Please.. Just try remembering..."
"Remembering?? You know, why dont you do one thing? CALL LATER AND ASK HER YOURSELF!"
Yeah, my bad, I shouted.
She hangs up.
And constant interruptions to my sleep by something or the other.
The only good part about being sick is that your family shows more care then. Dad goes all berserk initially, blaming food to weather to habits for the ailment. This time around, it was paneer for him. "You eat paneer from god-knows-where and end up like this!" "When I said be careful, you didnt listen!" "Suffer now!!!"
If I get through that phase, he transforms into the most caring fellow in the whole world. He suddenly remembers things you wanted in the past and comes home with it, without being asked.
Sis, who is really cold at other times, cooks for you and makes sure you feel a bit better at least.
Mom, who is too busy at work, calls up and puts up with my cranky behavior.
[An afterthought, I love my awesome family! Just love them. We are not perfect individuals. But We are complete together. With all our shortcomings.. :) ]
I am back to health now. And back to eating junk. Or whatever I feel like, covers the "junk".
This time, the fever lasted two days. And as someone said, you dont get much of it at other times anyway. So, while you have it, enjoy it.
In Chennai, I wont have a dotting dad or fighting sis or a mumbling mom. I will have peers who fight for a better GPA than me. I will have a hot climate. I will have new surroundings, different food.. You fall sick, you fall back.
So, these days, that is what I do.. Enjoy with family and friends here..
I hope one day, I can write the same about Chennai too.. I have a lot of prejudices for that place. And I have been cautioned too. But I hope the place has more good to offer me than bad.
So, two years down the lane, I can write that I loved being there.
Amma calling me for breakfast...
Cheerz till I see you again. Without a cliche post preferably!
Durga Nandan
May 10, 2010
Roses Are Red and Grasses Are Green
The red of my sky, the green of my garden,
brings me hope, of a new day, the new dawn.
Beholden my friend, -we all are-
For this another chance, for the better, perchance.
The grass seemed greener, the horizon closer,
But the land never met skies, even on the other side.
Refrain my friend, -we all should-
For this land, is our own mother's hand.
Building ties, cessation of cries,
in no way surpassed the insecure past.
So, hold back my friend, -you too must-
For you never know what will stab your back.
brings me hope, of a new day, the new dawn.
Beholden my friend, -we all are-
For this another chance, for the better, perchance.
The grass seemed greener, the horizon closer,
But the land never met skies, even on the other side.
Refrain my friend, -we all should-
For this land, is our own mother's hand.
Building ties, cessation of cries,
in no way surpassed the insecure past.
So, hold back my friend, -you too must-
For you never know what will stab your back.
May 8, 2010
May 3, 2010
Straight From the Heart.
Today, I was browsing through Alcoholics Anonymous online, when I dropped into a gay support group site. Neither am I an alcoholic, nor a gay. My curiosity was aroused as I read some incidents they shared and I went from link to link reading about how life is for people who are gay and can not get support from their dear and near cos it is a taboo in our country. At least according to what today's society has decided for us.
A person can follow any religion he wants, or stay an atheist. Nobody finds that 'sick'. But being gay is not something people can come out with and still be social. I mean, you cant help being a gal. You cant help being a guy. It is kinda the same, you cant help being gay I guess. You can dress up like a guy if you are a gal and like a gal if you are a guy but you ultimately remain whatever you are. Nobody finds that sick.
When my friends read this, they might as well freak out wondering what is with this gal. But it is just that I feel they have their right to lead a normal life even if that does not sound normal to us.
I found people who are contemplating suicide cos they are not able to live this double life anymore.
I found people who have come out of the closet, in constant fear of attacks.
I found people who are forced to marry straight just cos the parents fear society. They themselves fear society.
I had typed out in the past about why I think they should be let to live. But then, I was afraid how my post would be received. So deleted them once I reached somewhere. I can only imagine how people who have to bring out life changing revelations like being gay would feel.
Btw, onto the lighter side, I saw this on one of the communities for homosexuals online.
A person can follow any religion he wants, or stay an atheist. Nobody finds that 'sick'. But being gay is not something people can come out with and still be social. I mean, you cant help being a gal. You cant help being a guy. It is kinda the same, you cant help being gay I guess. You can dress up like a guy if you are a gal and like a gal if you are a guy but you ultimately remain whatever you are. Nobody finds that sick.
When my friends read this, they might as well freak out wondering what is with this gal. But it is just that I feel they have their right to lead a normal life even if that does not sound normal to us.
I found people who are contemplating suicide cos they are not able to live this double life anymore.
I found people who have come out of the closet, in constant fear of attacks.
I found people who are forced to marry straight just cos the parents fear society. They themselves fear society.
I had typed out in the past about why I think they should be let to live. But then, I was afraid how my post would be received. So deleted them once I reached somewhere. I can only imagine how people who have to bring out life changing revelations like being gay would feel.
Btw, onto the lighter side, I saw this on one of the communities for homosexuals online.
May 1, 2010
Moving on...
When was the last time I wrote about mobiles? Well, if I remember correctly, it must be when my mob 'died' the last time. I lost my appetite and sat around staring at it for a long time. And tried everything to make it come alive. And it did.
6th year running, this mobile has been one of those things -very rare I must add- that saw me through a lot. I will spare you the emo-saga. That mobile knew how to keep me engaged most of the time. Or whenever I needed to be.
In these 6 years, my mob had just one technical problem [some IC had stopped working, whatever an IC is.] . And I had to run from store to store just so I could get it serviced. I would not say repaired cos there are some things that are repaired. More regal ones, serviced.
This was regal. Loyal. Awesome. And then, the switching offs that it frequently staged when I was out of order. Call it coincidence if you wish. But I think it knew my heart.
Like many other things I use, this one had this i-donno-what-its-called kinda bond with me.
To iterate, once, while I was not home, an aunt of mine came home. And she goes upstairs to my room -I hate anyone inside my room. Esp not when I am not inside it.- and sees this very ordinary clock [some 15 years old at least!] in my showcase. Dont ask me why I kept the clock in a showcase rather than on the wall, even though it was a wall clock. Ok, for those who asked, I could not just bear to put a hole on my room wall. Freak or what?
So, this aunt takes a liking to it and she asks my dad whether she could have it. Dad, the all beneficent, consents and allows her to take whatever she wanted from there.
I come back that evening and find my clock missing.
"Dad!!" [Of course I know its dad's work. Mom or sis knows not to give away my stuff.]
"What dear?"
"My clock??"
"Aunt came and asked and I gave it to her."
"You didnt!!"
"Why?"
"Cos THAT IS MINE!!"
"We will get you a new clock!"
"Why dont you do one thing? Buy one new and give it to her? I want my clock back here now!"
After long hours of persuasion and crying, dad manages to soften me up a bit. And the phone rings.
"What kind of clock was that?? It does not work!"
It was the aunt. And I had picked it up fortunately.
"Bring it back, its mine and we will give you a new one."
She brings it back and as soon as I put it back where it belonged, it starts working.
Coincidence?
You decide.
This time, I am giving up my mobile. I just meant using it. Mom already told dad to make a space for my mob in the showcase. Cos she was sure I was not gonna throw it away. And right she is!
I could service it again. But I am not. It is time to move on. [Does it now sound like a broken hearted lover? :D]
I am already contemplating on new models. May be I learned it is stupid to mourn and fuss over things like that. Just like people die, gadgets have a life span. May be none of you would be able to relate with how I feel about this mob.
And the pink hut, I have no idea if it would fit my new phone. But I am sure that aint going anywhere either.
Things, -and people- I love and love me, stay with me. Forever. Or until they choose to leave.
Mob,
Like it or not, you are going to stay with me. Dead or alive. I know you have no voice to make a choice. But I am sure if you did, you would choose staying.
Thanks for just being there. I love you.
Jo
I sat last night without sleep, staring at it getting charged. It would not switch back on even after hours of charging.
Guess it is time to move on.. I will.. :)
PS- I am in search for a model with qwerty keyboard, within 15k [all included] , 3G preferred, USB, GPRS enabled, min 16GB memory [expandable], muZic friendly [though not built just for muZic] and lookwise, great model, with a good track record. [Does that sound tooooo techy?]
If you have something in mind, just post a comment giving me a link to the specifications.. Would be helpful. :)
I found one though I am not sure if it is one of those obsolete models.
Update : That is not as old as I felt. In fact I guess I will have to wait till it hits the stores. Nokia E5 caught my eye. ;)
6th year running, this mobile has been one of those things -very rare I must add- that saw me through a lot. I will spare you the emo-saga. That mobile knew how to keep me engaged most of the time. Or whenever I needed to be.
In these 6 years, my mob had just one technical problem [some IC had stopped working, whatever an IC is.] . And I had to run from store to store just so I could get it serviced. I would not say repaired cos there are some things that are repaired. More regal ones, serviced.
This was regal. Loyal. Awesome. And then, the switching offs that it frequently staged when I was out of order. Call it coincidence if you wish. But I think it knew my heart.
Like many other things I use, this one had this i-donno-what-its-called kinda bond with me.
To iterate, once, while I was not home, an aunt of mine came home. And she goes upstairs to my room -I hate anyone inside my room. Esp not when I am not inside it.- and sees this very ordinary clock [some 15 years old at least!] in my showcase. Dont ask me why I kept the clock in a showcase rather than on the wall, even though it was a wall clock. Ok, for those who asked, I could not just bear to put a hole on my room wall. Freak or what?
So, this aunt takes a liking to it and she asks my dad whether she could have it. Dad, the all beneficent, consents and allows her to take whatever she wanted from there.
I come back that evening and find my clock missing.
"Dad!!" [Of course I know its dad's work. Mom or sis knows not to give away my stuff.]
"What dear?"
"My clock??"
"Aunt came and asked and I gave it to her."
"You didnt!!"
"Why?"
"Cos THAT IS MINE!!"
"We will get you a new clock!"
"Why dont you do one thing? Buy one new and give it to her? I want my clock back here now!"
After long hours of persuasion and crying, dad manages to soften me up a bit. And the phone rings.
"What kind of clock was that?? It does not work!"
It was the aunt. And I had picked it up fortunately.
"Bring it back, its mine and we will give you a new one."
She brings it back and as soon as I put it back where it belonged, it starts working.
Coincidence?
You decide.
This time, I am giving up my mobile. I just meant using it. Mom already told dad to make a space for my mob in the showcase. Cos she was sure I was not gonna throw it away. And right she is!
I could service it again. But I am not. It is time to move on. [Does it now sound like a broken hearted lover? :D]
I am already contemplating on new models. May be I learned it is stupid to mourn and fuss over things like that. Just like people die, gadgets have a life span. May be none of you would be able to relate with how I feel about this mob.
And the pink hut, I have no idea if it would fit my new phone. But I am sure that aint going anywhere either.
Things, -and people- I love and love me, stay with me. Forever. Or until they choose to leave.
Mob,
Like it or not, you are going to stay with me. Dead or alive. I know you have no voice to make a choice. But I am sure if you did, you would choose staying.
Thanks for just being there. I love you.
Jo
I sat last night without sleep, staring at it getting charged. It would not switch back on even after hours of charging.
Guess it is time to move on.. I will.. :)
PS- I am in search for a model with qwerty keyboard, within 15k [all included] , 3G preferred, USB, GPRS enabled, min 16GB memory [expandable], muZic friendly [though not built just for muZic] and lookwise, great model, with a good track record. [Does that sound tooooo techy?]
If you have something in mind, just post a comment giving me a link to the specifications.. Would be helpful. :)
I found one though I am not sure if it is one of those obsolete models.
Update : That is not as old as I felt. In fact I guess I will have to wait till it hits the stores. Nokia E5 caught my eye. ;)
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