I never knew I was such a movie buff

11 november 2007:

Its Diwali time.. Time for celebrations..family reunions.. Good food, crackers and fun time.. And here I am in chennai so far away from my family n friends and missing all the festival fun time.

I was all alone in Chennai during the Diwali holidays.. I thought I should make good use of my holidays. Two bollywood block buster movies had released.. Om shanti Om starring the bollywood badshah King khan and Saawariya again an another over hyped movie of Sanjay Leela bhansali fame. I decided to watch both the movies :)

Plans for the movies were made.. but then there was a problem.. There were no tickets available for any show of these movies on the weekends.. I was very dissapointed .. But then I still dint give up.. I thought I should give a try once more.. The first show for Saawariya movie was at 9 AM and Om shanti om was at 10 30AM.

I decided to watch these movies in the Inox.. which is in the city centre mall.. My plan was if in case I dont happen to watch any of these movies then I can spend some time in the shopping mall n return back.. With all hopes I went off to sleep on friday night.

Saturday morning 5 AM.
I get up from sleep (so early) and then decide whether to watch the movie or not.. What if I go at 8 45 am only to find that there are no tickets available at all ??What if i end up not gettin tickets for any of the movie. With all these thoughts i was pretty much reluctant to get up from bed.. Then finally at 6 o clk i decided i should go to the multiplex and give it a shot..

I get all ready and take 3 buses to reach the multiplex. I reached there around 8 40 AM and I stood in the line infront of the ticket counter. There were no tickets available tats wat the board read :( .. I stil waited.. The person standin in front of me in the queue had come there to watch a latest tamil movie.. And to his bad luck there were no tickets available and the counter boy says there is only one ticket available for 'Om shanti Om .. afternoon 3 0 clk show.. This rings the bells in my ear. I was praying God that let him not take that ticket and let me buy that ticket for myself.. But then I heard that guy asking to book the OSO ticket for himself.. I was a lil sad.. At the same time.. To my surprise ..my good luck.. there was this middle aged man who was shouting 'Does anybody require Saawariya movie ticket? 9AM show?? ' I jus jumped out of the queue and went to that fellow and said yes I need the tickets.. :) N i was like for which show is this? He said 9AM.. I was like are u sure the tickets are for this morning 9 o clk show? He said yes mam.. here u go with ur tickets :) I was so happy so happy.. After all, my efforts of getting up at 5 AM dint go wasted... With all smiles on my face I entered the cinema hall..

Suddenly it struck to me that I should enquire if that OSO ticket was still available. I go out and go to the ticket counter and ask him if they had any tickets for OSO movie for that day ... N to my surprise there was one ticket available for 3 PM show.. My happiness knew no bounds then.. My plan was very well executed.. I happily purchased those tickets, bot some popcorns and eneterd the cinema hall again..

Saawariya movie.. It was god damn so boring for the initial 1 hr.. So many songs. Finally after 2 hrs the movie came to an end.. It was only 11 30 AM. I still had 3.5 hrs left to watch the second movie. So I decided to roam around the mall.. The mall was really good.. Good crowd.. Nice shops.. Well maintained.. I went around all the shops .. tried so many clothes.. though I knew I wouldnt be buying them.. I was never so slow at shoppin.. but then that day I was..

After visiting al the shops in the mall I checked the time.. It was only 12 45 PM.. I still had a lot of free time.. I decided to have lunch and then I went to Landmarks. In landmark, I picked up a book written by some IIMB student and started readin it.... I almost completed 120 pages of the book and then I went happily to watch the OSO movie..

It was fun watching this movie.. I even made a new friend there.. She was a pretty girl who had come with her family. Aftr the movie was over we bid Bye to each other n walked to our own destinations.. I reached home around 9PM.. and by this time i was dead tired..

Uffff I never knew I was such a movie buff to watch 2 movies in a theatre without prior booking of tickets and watching them alone as well..

:):):)

10 November - My Best Friends Birthday

Happy birthday Rasheed....




Its my best friends birthday today...

Wish you a very happy birthday Rasheed..

Happy Diwali !!!!!!!

Hello All..


Let The Light Over Darkness & Good Over Evil Triumph.

May This Diwali Shower Divine Blessings Upon You And Your Family.

Wish You All A Very Happy Diwali.

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Once upon a time in a village, a man appeared and announced to the villagers that he would buy monkeys for Rs10. The villagers seeing that there were many monkeys around, went out to the forest and started catching them. The man bought thousands at Rs10 and as supply started to diminish, the villagers stopped their effort. He further announced that he would now buy at Rs20. This renewed the efforts of the villagers and they started catching monkeys again. Soon the supply diminished even further and people started going back to their farms. The offer rate increased to Rs25 and the supply of monkeys became so little that it was an effort to even see a monkey let alone catch it. The man now announced that he would buy monkeys at Rs50!

However, since he had to go to the city on some business, his assistant would now buy on behalf of him. In the absence of the man, the assistant told the villagers. Look at all these monkeys in the big cage that the man has collected. I will sell them to you at Rs35 and when the man returns from the city, you can sell it to him for Rs50." The villagers squeezed up with all their savings to buy the monkeys. Then they never saw the man nor his assistant, only monkeys everywhere!! !!

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Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus ?&*%$!!

I never quite figured out why the sexual urge of men and women differ so much. And I never have figured out the whole Venus and Mars thing. I have never figured out why men think with their head and women with their heart.

A forward :

One evening last week, my girlfriend and I were getting into bed. Well,the passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says "I don't feel like it, I just want you to hold me."
I said "WHAT????!!! What was that?!"

So she says the words that every boyfriend on the planet dreads to hear..."You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man." She responded to my puzzled look by saying, "Can't you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?"

Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night, I went home. The very next day I opted to take the day off of work to spend time with her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, big unnamed department store. I walked around with her while she tried on several different very expensive outfits.

She couldn't decide which one to take so I told her we'll just buy them all. She wanted new shoes to compliment her new clothes, so I said lets get a pair for each outfit. We went onto the jewellery department where she picked out a pair of diamond earrings. Let me tell you...she was so excited. She must have thought I was one wave short of a shipwreck. I started to think she was testing me because she asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn't even know how to play tennis. I think I threw her for a loop when I said, "That's fine, honey." She was almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement. Smiling with excited anticipation she finally said, "I think this is all dear, let's go to the cashier."

I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, "No honey, I don't feel like it."
Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a baffled "WHAT???!!!"
I then said, "Really honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while. You're just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy your shopping needs as a woman."

And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me, I added, "Why can't you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you?"

One black coffee

Awesome story .. u’ll surely gonna love it ……. Enjoy reading :)

One Black Coffee

“One black coffee. No sugar please” He told the Café CoffeeDay employee.

Every day at 1:30 in the afternoon he ordered exactly the same configuration as dessert after lunch – sometimes after skipping lunch.

The girl standing next to him eyed him curiously. “Americanized!” she remarked with a smile on her face. He was jolted. It was a clear intrusion into his privacy. She had no business accosting him like that. He wanted to tell her how annoying her remark had been.
But he didn’t – mainly because the girl in question was Monalisa Kumari. Twice she had been unanimously elected the Crown Princess of SoftSol, the company both of them worked for.
Monalisa was part Indian part Deutsch. She was fluent in Hindi, Spanish and French apart from Deutsch. She was so beautiful that it was difficult to describe her beauty in words.
He would accept any word spoken by this girl. Guys considered it a privilege to talk to her.
She was still looking at him. He realized he had to respond.
“Not exactly. I love black coffee.”
She nodded, “So you are saying, you loved black coffee ever since you were a kid!”
He thought about it, “No, only in the last five years”
“That is – after you visited the West”
He was surprised, “How do you know I’d been to the West?”
“Oh, that’s pretty easy!” she replied casually, “One: you said Black Coffee. No Sugar and not Black Coffee without Sugar. Two: You said Please! Three: You look quite old. Everyone in this firm of your age had visited the West at least twice.”
He laughed, “One and Two are quite good. But I think it is Three which gave me away!”
“Right Dr. Watson. So you started your tryst with black coffee after an expedition to the West! Am I correct?”
“Yes” he responded.
“Quad Erat Demonstrandum” she smiled.
“That doesn’t prove that I am Americanized” He retorted, “It only proves that I was introduced to black coffee’s virtues in America”
“Same difference, ain’t it?” Monalisa gestured him towards a table nearby.
They walked to the table and occupied it.
He sipped his piping hot black coffee and started talking, “You know! It is not the same. Americanization means – a paradigm shift in the way we think and operate. Just liking your coffee black does not mean you are Americanized. It just means that you are familiar with certain Western practices. I don’t see anything wrong with that.”
She stared into his eyes.
“Whatever it is. I still believe people drink Black Coffee just because it is the in thing you know… and not because they love the taste of it. Who would love that bitter liquid anyways.”
He was offended. She might be the most beautiful girl of the campus. She might be a swift driver of a Swift. She might be a 99 percentiler. But she still had to respect the tastes of her colleagues.
She knew at once there was something wrong. “Oh I am sorry Srini. I didn’t mean to hurt you. You know I really don’t know why people like this black coffee.”
He composed himself and came up with the most daring proposition of his life so far.
“Why not give it a try?”
She was surprised, “Black coffee? Eeeks! Thank you very much. I am pretty much Ok with my Latte – full of Sugar – Soulful!”
He asked her, “Have you ever tried it?”
“No!” came the emphatic answer.
“Alright. Let us play a little game. Tomorrow onwards, every afternoon at 1: 30, we will meet here and have a cup of black coffee – for five days. I suggest you don’t drink any other type of coffee in this period. If at the end of the fifth day you still don’t understand why people drink black coffee, I will stop drinking it.”
There was silence. Pin drop. She eyed him suspiciously. It was evident that he wanted to spend more time with her. She knew it.
“Tomorrow at 13:30. Same place.” She said.

Day 1:

Monalisa examined carefully the contents of the cup.
“Do I really have to drink this?” she asked no one in particular. He didn’t respond. He knew she cared a damn for his answer.
And then she took the first sip. Her facial expressions changed at the speed of light. He waited. She eventually came back to this world.
He didn’t say a thing.
She silently walked over to the trash can and threw the coffee cup into it.
“Let us get out of here. I want to show you something.” She gestured him to follow her.
Half an hour later – they were seated in a dilapidated dhabha off NH45 twenty kilometers from the office.
He sipped the three rupee coffee sans sugar. It was delightful.
“What do you infer from this?” she asked him.
“That coffee in a NH45 dhabha twenty kilometers from the office tastes really good?”
She laughed, “You do have a sense of humor”
He smiled, “Maybe yes. What is the point?”
She sighed. “One way of looking at it – pay 3 rupees and have a lovely coffee. Or pay ten rupees and drink the rubbish you’ve been drinking till now.”
He was stupefied, “you want me to drive twenty kilometers to this dhabha just because it offers me coffee at 3 rupees?”
“Think about that” she took her purse out.

Day 2:

Srini was curious. Monalisa sipped her black coffee and told him, “You know! We don’t have to do this. I am most certainly not going to like this liquid.”
“We decided. We follow.” Srini was adamant.
Monalisa winked, “All this just for black coffee?”
Srini thought for a moment, “I am enjoying these meetings”
“Friends?” she extended her hand.
“No” He was firm.
There was a stunned silence. She was swept off her feet. “What did… why?”
“I don’t think we can ever be friends. You are too beautiful to be a friend.”
She stared at him, “When Harry Met Sally?”
“Partly yes” he responded.
“More than twice?” she asked.
“More than twenty times. I own the DVD.”
“Aren’t you taking it a little too seriously? It is possible for a girl and a boy to be just friends. Give me a break. We see so many such friends in the food court everyday.”
He shook his head, “I don’t want to talk about others. Myself – I am attracted to you. Wait! I am not saying anything wrong here. All I am suggesting is that we can never be friends.”
She finished the black coffee in three quick gulps, “Goodbye Harry!”

Day 3

She was dressed in a black chudidaar. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.
“You are staring.” She said gently.
He was caught off guard. “Not my mistake”
She smiled and sipped the black coffee. “You know what! This is turning out to be a very interesting incident.”
“Drinking black coffee?” He asked her.
“Drinking black coffee with you.” She looked into his eyes. He lowered them.
“Why are you so nervous when I am talking to you?”
He looked up. “I told you yesterday.”
“Srini, you do realize this is not a movie.”
He nodded. “Yes”
“Real life is not reel life.”
He cringed, “Thanks for the cliché Monalisa!”
Her face turned red. She kept the black coffee cup on the table and stood up. “What do you think you are Mister? Just because I am drinking coffee with you – doesn’t give you the right to say whatever that comes to your mind.”
He was surprised, “All for that pathetic cliché?”
For a while neither of them talked. “Coffee’s on you.” She said.
He agreed.

Day 4

“As such life is a great mystery.” Srini told her.
They were driving down the highway NH45 to the dhabha. It was a pleasant afternoon. Traffic was scarce.
Monalisa laughed, “What a cliché”
Srini shook his head, “It is the truth.”
“So you speak truth and nothing but the truth. When I say something I speak cliché and only clichés”
He smiled. “You have a way with words.”
She didn’t reply.
“What are you thinking Monalisa?” He prompted her again.
“Mona. Call me Mona.” She deftly swerved right throwing Srini off the seat.
“What the hell was that?” He was dismayed.
“I was avoiding a speeding buffalo you idiot.” She yelled, “God! I hate driving in India.”
Srini was silent. They reached the dhabha.
She ordered two cups of coffee. He observed silently. She knew there was something wrong.
“OK. What is it?”
“What?”
“Why are you so silent?”
“Nothing. I am OK.”
“Idiot?”
“Yes”
“Can’t I call you idiot, dear?”
“How can you? I want to be treated with dignity…” He abruptly stopped and stared at her. “What did you just say?”
“Can’t I call you idiot, Dear?” She ruffled his hair, “Can’t I?”
“Wait. Whatever happened to being platonic friends?” He asked her.
She didn’t reply.
“So Harry met Sally?”
She nodded. “I saw the ending again yesterday.”
Srini couldn’t suppress his quirky smile. “A lovely little fool I know told me sometime back that real life was not reel life.”
“Yes. Don’t push it though.” She sounded cold.

Day 5

“I still don’t like this black coffee. Will it really make a difference? It is the final day – right?” She pleaded with him.
“The agreement is binding Ms Monalisa Kumari” He was ruthless.
“No way out?” She wouldn’t give up.
“There is” he smiled.
“Great! What is it?”
“Number one: Since you don’t want to finish the fifth day black coffee, I need not stop drinking black coffee”
“With no sugar?”
“Or without sugar.”
“OK. What is number two?”
“You tell me what made you talk to me on the first day.”
She didn’t expect that. “What?”
He was serious. “Tell me Mona. Why did you initiate the conversation on the very first day?”
“I thought you were cute”
“Bulls. There were many more cute guys around. More handsome and dying to talk to you.”
She looked around. “I can’t see any?”
“Don’t change the topic. Tell me what made you talk to me? A bet with your friend?”
She stared at him. “You knew!”
“Yes. Unfortunately your friend is my friend’s girlfriend. He told me last night when I was raving about you.”
She stood up; held his hands and said, “It all started because of that bet I agree Srini. However our black coffee encounters introduced the real Srini to me. The bet did not govern my actions after the first day. Please believe me.”
He shook his head. “And all the time I thought you were really interested in me.”
She was horrified to see tears in his eyes. “Srini please. I like you. I really really like you. I am extremely sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. But tell me Srini… How would I ever have known the real Srini if it were not for the bet with my friend? You are an introvert. You don’t talk to girls. How could I have found you otherwise?”
He kept his black coffee on the table and walked away. “Srini. I said Sorry.” She shouted completely ignoring the other people in the cafeteria.
He stopped, turned back and told her – “Convince me.”

She went to Café Coffee Day and said – ““One black coffee. No sugar please”

The wedding query

I got this forward some days back.. I just couldnt stop laughing...

Girls are so smart i say ... :)


Wedding Query....... ... (SQL Server Stored Procedure Style)

CREATE PROCEDURE MyMarriage @ BrideGroom Char(NotBad) , @ Bride Char(Good) AS BEGIN SELECT Bride FROM india_ Brides WHERE FatherInLaw = 'Millionaire' AND CarCount > 2 AND HouseStatus ='ThreeStoreyed' AND BrideEduStatus= 'B.TECH or BE or Degree or MCA or MBA' AND HavingBrothers= 'NO' AND HavingSisters ='No' AND AllowRelocate ='YES' SELECT Gold ,Cash,Car,BankBalance FROM FatherInLaw UPDATE MyBankAccout SET MyBal = MyBal + FatherInLawBal UPDATE MyLocker SET MyLockerContents = MyLockerContents + FatherInLawGold INSERT INTO MyCarShed VALUES ('BMW') END GO

Then the wife writes the below query:
DROP HUSBAND; Commit;

Passing the Parcel...

I am in chennai now. Other day I was travelling in the local bus and I wanted to get my tickets done. The bus was very crowded and I was expecting the conducter to come to the front so that I can buy my tickets. I waited for 5 mins there was no trace of the conducter. In the mean while I see people in the front getting their tickets. Know how??? Its more like passing the parcel game. The person at the front who so ever wants the tickets they pass the cash to the next person telling their destination and number of tickets. Now that person passes it on to the next person. And this continues until it reaches the conducter and then back to the first person.

How simple isnt it????

My experiments with cooking...

This happened 2 years back when I had travelled to Melbourne for the first time.
I was staying in a 2 bedroom aptmt along with my colleagues. We were 4 of us staying together.

I was quite new to the world of cooking. As in I knew to prepare maggie, and I wud prepare my own variety of dishes but that wud be served only for me. Never had experimented on others.
But now I had to cook, or atleast help my friends in cooking. One night we returned late from office. It was around 10pm or so. And we had decided to cook chapathi and some sabji. Shilpa my roomie there was an expert in preparing chapatis and Maya another roomie of mine was an expert in cooking delicious south indian food.

It was 10 30 pm and the cooking session started in full swing. we were preparing chapatis and there was lot of smoke coming out of the frying pan as we were cooking. Suddenly one of us saw the red lights blinking in the smoke detector. And all of us shouted in terror. Coz if the smoke detector turns on, then, fire alarm would ring and the fire rescue squad will come and if incase they dont find any fire then we may have to pay sme hefty penalty for false alarm. This is wat was told to me. We were so scared about it.. that all of us took the vesseles to the balcony and tried to put off the smoke.. We tried all possible methods.

That was a sight to see.. And then after some time we returned back to kitchen only to realize that the indicator keeps blinking once in a while.. and we simply were worried about the whole incident.

Now when I sit back n think about this i start laughing thinking how we were duped by the smoke detectors.

Rendezvous with an Egg!!!

Let me begin my blogs with the stupidest thing I have ever done - My rendezvous with an egg !!!

This happend some years back when I was in my 11th std. Lemme tell you one thing I am a pure vegeterian by diet.

So here it goes.. One day my friend Tejaswini (Teju) and I were walking to a grocery shop. Teju wanted to buy an egg. She had plans to apply mehendi on her hair and she wanted to mix an egg as it is a good conditioner. Here goes the conversation between Teju and I.

Pulse: So teju why are u buying an egg?
Teju: To mix with mehendi and apply to hair.
Pulse: So what in egg do u mix?
Teju: The white part
Pulse: And what about the yellow thing?
Teju: Yellow, I generally dont mix coz it gives a bad smell
Pulse: Ok...so u dont mix the yellow thing .. its only the white part which is to be used?
Teju: Yes
Pulse : Ok..

N then we reached the groceries shop and Teju bought 2 eggs.
One saturday morning, I decided to apply mehendi on my hair. I was quite excited about it as I had planned to mix egg as well this time. Never in my life I had experimented with an egg. I asked my mom if I can do so. My parents being very strict orthodox brahmins straightly denied my request. N then I started off with my pursuading skills. Finally she agreed. I happily went off to the groceries shop and bought an egg. I came home n directly went to the kitchen. Mom stared at me and started shouting at me for bringing an egg to the kitchen. So I had to run to the backyard of my house.

Here I was at the back yard of my home with my mehendi contents mixed in a vessel and an egg in another bowl. Now starts the exciting moment. I dont know how to break an egg.. I remembered seeing some stunts in movies were the heros try to break open the egg and prepare an omlett. So now I also try to do the same thing. I break the egg with some hard substance . N then I pour all the yellow contents down the drain. Now I crush the egg shell and mix it with my mehndi contents. It was really tough crushing them I say . And then now my mehendi mixture is ready to be used.

By this time, my mom comes to check out what I am doin. she saw the egg shell mixed in the mehendi and she starts screaming at me. I am so dumb founded. I was like mom.. see you should be feeling great about your daughter coz she has not taken any help from you but she has managed to cut open the egg and mix the egg white with the mehendi.

Mom bursts out laughing then saying Pallavi egg shell is not egg white.. Egg white is a liquid inside the egg. I totally disagreed with her. I was like mom see there are only two parts in egg. the yellow thing and the white thing. Teju told me not to add yellow thing coz its stinks. so now i have added the white thing to my mehendi. That is the egg shell . And mom if you can see, go to the gardens were there are rose plants planted. They would have mixed the soil with egg shell
and not with the other contents of egg. At this, mom couldnt control her laugh. All she could do was laugh at her daughters stupidity.

But I still dint believe my mom. For me what I did was write. And I so very much wanted to prove to my mom the same. I called up some of my frends and I asked them whats an egg white. They all told me that it is the liquid inside the egg :( By this time they got to know my story and all bursted out laughing.

And then I was titled ' Egg shell'

How stupid I was I say [:)]

My first blog...

October 31st 2007... Miss Pallavi Rao writes her first blog.

I have been planning to do this since a long time .. but now, finally, today without any further post poning here I am writing my first blog. 'A window to my world'

In my blogs I wil write about some of the memorable days in my life, some of the stupidest things I have tried, lessons I have learnt, my wins, my loss, my crushes.. in short its gonna be about me and the world around me..

So here I am presenting to you - A window to my world.

Its just the beginning.... Keep watching this space