Office tales:


I am sitting in office and feeling bored today. I just kept on looking at people who work with me in my hall and started penning it down.

 Let me call people with numbers. We are seated in two rows, facing each other.

 Mr.1: he is just above the ground, must be only 4 feet something. When I joined this office, I remember, he always carried new paper along with him and read it. Then go for tea and later start his work. Now days he is not bring it (maybe he discovered online newspaper). He is Very quiet, always struck to his seat.

 Mr.2: he looks silent, but a knowledgeable man with good sense of humor.  He is always on time. I don’t even have to look at my watch. Again he is a workaholic person, seriously looking at his monitor. He demands respect not by force, but people will automatically give looking at him.

 Mr.3: another name of jolly carefree nature. But he is very efficient. Send him out for any work, he will come back only with success. He is interested in photography. He becomes a excited with all new thing and is full of positive aura and energy.

 Mr.4: a showoff character. Talented, but can never express it properly. Language is a problem. A localite, a mobile directory for us, need to buying things, regarding the best and worst of the city.

 Mr.5: somehow I feel like calling him a wanna-be dominating husband. He will project as though he is taking control of house, fiancé and everything but the decisions are always taken mutually by them. But he is a helpful character. He has great knowledge but always down to earth and always eager to read.

Row opposite to above seating starts now.

Mr.6: unpredictable character. At times really helpful, at time back biting.  Escapes when work is given, but projects as hard working. He is guru of electronics and everybody consults him for PC related queries. Though his designation is small, he has big contacts. So, nobody dares to mess up with him.

Mr.7: a newly married guy. Silent, always on phone as his wife works in a different state altogether.

Mr.8: my best friend. We are of same age, brought up in same state, working for same department with same grade. We have code words for every person and we talk in tamil as nobody around understand. We are there for each other, when work comes, we share ideas and we are not bothered about others. He is good friend of my husband too. We spend at least an hour together seeing matrimonial sites and commenting on girls and look for best match.

Ms.9: hey that me. You know me; I am good, always working, at times blogging and half the time wondering what to do.

Mr.10: he is a telugu Brahmin and considers himself as superior. He is talented and has lots of work experience. May be his experience itself is my age. But he behaves childish. He wants everything new, let it be PC or phone or Chair and he is not ready to share it with anyone. Have you ever seen someone getting wild if other person sits on his chair? He gets awesome, mouth watering food. He packs nearly 21 dabbas, Tupperware once, different colour and brings variety of dishes everyday. Can you imagine, pickle, dal, curry, rasam, curd, pachadi, sprouts, biscuits and some drink too.  I should appreciate his wifes skills. Did you think his wife is not working, no re she is state govt employee. She cooks and packs food by 8.30 in the morning.  So, I am not taking my husband to his house for lunch anytime in my life.

 Mr.11. he is another good friend of mine. A malu guy. He is a well wisher and adviser for me in need. I like him for his organized nature. Anything he would file, keep it organized. After two years, if I ask him for a document, he would take it and give me.

So we are the interesting 12 characters sitting in a room.  26 to 48 yrs old, people from various parts of the country working for a single cause. I am the single women in the hall and also in the department. I get unwanted attentions and also an excuse not to go to site.  I am pampered most of the times as I am the youngest too. I don’t know how long this extra attention is going to last. Let me wait and see. But desperately want a female college, an older one, who will be there when I say I have a problem and understand me.

Crush is temporary:


Ok, let me believe that I am writing this post and confessing the truth. I never thought I would tell out this world that I had so many crushes in my life. Recently I have evaluated the format in which I like somebody and also analysis of the time period of it with non-continuity of the same.

Observation-1: I have liking for people whose name starts with A, left hander’s, someone with artistic taste, malu , has good sense of humor and IITians. Font ask me why, no strong reasons for it.

Observation-2: I can casually flirt with them and men too respond back with all the energy. I have not faced a no-time for conversations or sometime later any time till now. I was actually called Kadali queen (flirting queen in college) as I could talk to any stranger with an ease.

Observation-3: I get bored of them within a week or so. As in, I will no more have crush on them. After talking to them, I realize that there is lot more to hate in that person than to like so much. And I become on their friends and my friends list goes up by a count.

Observation-4: later at some point when they really with me for more years, I do tell them that I had a crush on him and we laugh at it.

Observation-5: I am still good friend of all my crushes. We don’t tell out that we had a mutual crush years back or tease about it in public.

Now, you might be wondering what am I upto or why am I discussing all this?? Coming to the answer, there is a new guy in office. Looks to be intelligent, has good sense of humor, good name etc etc. of course married, about my age. After talking to him, going to canteen for a week, I realized that he is no more interesting. I told my husband, who is not even jealous about it. Then I remembered an article which published in “times of India”, years ago, saying it’s healthy to have a crush in office. It makes us feel younger and energetic. It gives us an excuse to look good, dress up well. So now what next? Just wait for someone new to join. .( tell more stories about him to hubby to irritate )

Note: hubby doesn’t react to this crush thing, as everybody in office knows I am married with a kid, he thinks nobody can adjust with me, as I demand more when it comes to office work and very strict about the output and was always called as lady Hitler during college days.

Evolution of mobile in my life.


Zoo zoo bean bag is so tempting that I am not able stop resist myself from writing another post. There is chance of increasing the probability of winning one.

This post is also a dedication for architecture students.

So let me start with the prank we used to do as college students with our mobile phones.

Basic mobile


Scene 1: this is when I got my first phone, and of course a sim card. Like anyone does, take the new number and send message to your own friends without revealing the identity. Most of the friends speculate it, few overlook it and few get really bugged. I used to play more with the bugged ones.

Scene 2: during the exam times, we had to share notes. So we used to change schemes on mobile connection so we get benefited with night-free-talk time. I used to stay awake all night revising my lessons with my buddy who was a day scholar and had internet connection at home. So, it was getting indirect internet information through mobile phone.

Scene 3: during the girl’s night out. When all the girls feel really bored and didn’t have anyone to talk to at night time, we used to call the service centers and ask for new talk time plans launched and do time pass. Yes, trust me it was useful in later stages of life. In fact dew girls practiced how to talk to strangers on phone or take interview phone calls like this. (Vodafone don’t take it offensive way)

Scene 4: I had to do my project. I tried calling one of the famous architects in the city on to his landlines number. But he was always busy and didn’t want to encourage students calling him directly. So, I sent him a forward message, a humor one asking,” who the small devil is??” something like that. I got a prompt call from him. I used the chance to talk to m him about my project and was accepted as smart as I could get hold of him. And make him call me.

That was just a foretaste of what we used to do with just mobile.

Mobile with camera:

Indeed that was great if we possessed a mobile with camera.

Scene 5: where ever we go, we used take pictures. They had this feature of adding certain elements to photos. We used use them too. Then, we had to get it home, transfer it to computer then mail it friends. We used capture all sort of moments. Uglier the action, it was better for teasing. Someone digging the nose, someone copying in exam, everything was recorded.

Then came MMS, Bluetooth, MP3 players etc

Scene 6:This added on fun. Sending across the photos or messages was easy. We didn’t have to transfer data to computers.

Unfortunately before the Smartphone’s came, my college ended. Still that didn’t stop me from having fun or getting connected to friends, as I had Internet in Phone.

Scene 7: all meeting were planned on group chat, we browsed for locations to meet, used GPRS to reach the new place. We took so many pictures, shared it across on facebook. Comments pop-in in lighting seconds and fun got unlimited.

Back to office:

Scene 8: I used to say I am using work from home option, be connected on phone through Gmail, which actually shows my boss that I am online, in front of system working, while I would roam out with friends and just look at the essentials when required.

At home:

When I delivered the baby, my in-laws were abroad, so I just had to click the picture and show them the baby. It was just so nice to get live updates than anything else. I watched the full world cup finals on phone just before getting into labour.

Talking about what would come next?

Scene 10: I would be construction site, where I can ask people at office to send me the dwg, without wasting time on printing and saving paper, I would review it. vise versa, my construction engineer would take picture of the progress and show me the problem in picture format, as I would not need to travel and give the solution.

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Bus saga


Inspired by RM’s train tales, I wanted to write my bus tales too.

There are two types of buses. Red and blue. Supposed to be ordinary and express, but both go in same speed and crowded. I very rarely get a seat to sit.  When I sit, I enjoy observing others. But, when I don’t get seat, it’s nothing but multitasking for me. I have to hold my handbag, lunch bag, dupatta adjustment, making sure I don’t stamp anyone or get stamped. Of course swaying with the bus and facing jerk with all the brakes and stops.  At times, I call my husband and shout on top of my voice as he wouldn’t hear what I am saying on phone, or just nod to whatever he is saying as I don’t hear anything properly.

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College girls: there is a group which gets down few stops before my stop. They generally discuss about the portions, test, labs and experiments. You can find out if there is an exam that day or not just looking at the kumkum on their head and no extra clips on their head or no hairdo. Oh hairstyle as they have uniform for the college, that is the only place where they can show their style.

it’s nothing but multitasking for me. I have to hold my handbag, lunch bag, dupatta adjustment, making sure I don’t stamp anyone or get stamped. Of course swaying with the bus and facing jerk with all the brakes and stops.

Sales team: there are few sales girls and boys , mostly in early twenties get in at different stop but make sure that they get into same bus and stand or sit nearby. These people will not move even if there is vacant seat as they keep talking throughout their journey. If I get struck between them, you just ignore their conversations. Most of the time its really hilarious, they way they pull each other. You just stop laughing, but still you need to maintain the decency of not over-hearing their tête-à-tête.

Office staff: few oldies, they enter with proper leather handbags, cotton saree, plated hair and jasmine flower. A typical south Indian traditional working women types. They are the only people who are skilled of vacating the men sitting on women’s seat just with a stare. Lady conductors are their friends.

School kids: poor kids come with such a big bag and lunch bag. They would be struggling to get in and push all possible hurdles with their bags. The worst part is that, they try to open their bag and take their bus pass in the crowd.

Vegetable vendors: the bus would be already crowded, and vendors bring their big baskets and gunny bags. They generally put it near the entrance next to driver’s seat.. Anyone entering the bus, will make a comment or pick up fight with the vendors. If it’s the basket is with fish or prawns in it. Never mind you are going to stink all day in office.

Somehow the buses in vizag(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Visakhapatnam) don’t follow any kind of discipline like Chennai. As in, there is no proper ladies and gents section in vizag buses unlike Chennai. Chennai, men get in and get out from rear end of bus. Women get and out from front side. So there is no bewilderment even while waiting for the bus and no falling on top etc. conductor sits in his place and ticket and money is passes. So, the pushing is avoided. Frequency of bus is more in Chennai. Of course I can’t compare a metro to small city.

If it’s the basket is with fish or prawns in it. Never mind you are going to stink all day in office.

So after all that, I get down at my stop pushing everybody aside, smelling like rotten vegetable. The bus does stop at the stop unlike Chennai, where you need to stand few meter away from stop to enter into the bus, as the bus never stops at the bus stop.  ( I remember vivek comedy in one of the Tamil movies on this bus not stopping at the stop).

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womens day special. i am back.


finally i am back.. back to blogging, back to work, back to vizag. Now i can be more systematic, and have everything going in time.

Today is my first day in office. I started little early keeping in mind the heavy traffic. In spite of precautions i was late. things have changed a little in office. New people have joined. old once welcomed me with a smile. drastic change was to see my place taken by someone else. I was in my office and i didn’t have a place to sit. finally few arrangements were made, and i got a new seat and my system back.

leaving back office,
Best part is that, i am not thinking much of my baby. i dont really know if its a good sign or bad sign. I am so engrossed with changes and things to be followed up, that i forgot about her. once in a while i think about her and want to call home and ask about her whereabouts. but feeling little awkward to call too many times as it might make my in-laws insecure. they might think that i am worried in spite of they taking good care of her. i want to ask if she ate her food, but cant question mother-in-law if she fed my daughter properly. how do i ask my baby if she is taken care of properly or not?

anyways first day gone. let me see how things move on from now.

BACK TO THE BASICS…


SCHOOLS….The learning environment,

Schools are the places where the children are “INCUBATED” before entering in to this highly competitive world and it’s where every student’s lifestyle gets carved out to become a responsible citizen and steps up higher and higher in life.

BACK TO THE BASICS…

As the title says,” BACK TO THE BASICS”, the planning of school is done using the basic shapes with colourful planes which are highly expressive in nature like the users of the school, the children. From these basic shapes, masses are created and voids are carved out to enhance its form and function, in the process of designing spaces.
The composition of spaces provides the required spatial segregation between the administrative and the regular classroom areas. The building has a variety of spaces, which offer the students a buffer for different activities. The quality of light, the fluid spaces and the interplay of levels in heights provide an architectural character without compromising the spatial quality and creating barrier free environment.

As one steps into the school campus, the wide paved entrance leads in to the entrance court which reveals the inviting entrance formed by an intersection of colourful planes. Transitional spaces expand into the more defined activity spaces and become the lung spaces that help to capture light, views and the sky. They grow into the spaces of gathering and freely merge into the path of movement of the building, expanding the idea of the courtyard or verandah throughout the building. The points of reference keep changing as one looks at the building and the detailing have been made intentionally modern which forms an architectural character and no additional decoration is necessary. The raising Triangular voids are devised as wind catchers which are trimmed in well composed rhythm, and enable the gentle, but constant movement of fresh air in to the building. Thus the elements of architecture have been improvised refreshingly to react to the context.

A sensitive approach has been given to the modern vocabulary. So, the building reflects a craft, based on values enriched by a playful discipline in visualizing and relating form to function. And the form reflects the “LOFTY” ambitious and possibilities of the children, who will be incubate in this building.

Above all… it’s an attempt to create an environment for the children, where they can feel free to be children.

note: i am Architect by profession. i did this as part of my training.. but sad that this building never came up due to lots of politics..

first office


I felt I landed up in the wrong place. They were only few around me, but I could feel their steady revulsion attacking me. I had no option, but bear with, as my grades were held with them. I started walking towards the man, who ruled the cabin. I felt an aversion towards him. Who is he to rule me? I am not that insignificant. I thought, there were few other creatures under him, suffering just like me. May be I should call them, the oldies with old fashioned ideas, trying to rule the contemporary world. I sure that the only asset they possess is their big mouth, which can roll in all directions. And the only one with whom I could discuss things was the pretty women sitting next to me. Pretty not by looks but with her attitude. I was confused! Whom to trust?.

I was always in a place surrounded by women; this followed from school to college and didn’t end in my office also. But I was never gender biased as I was always known for my capable flirting. But first time in the air, I could feel the uncomfortable air puncturing me.

The days passed by with mutual insults. But I lost the battle. He had the upper hand, of course in all aspects. I didn’t know what his intensions were, but I knew he wanted to throw me out. Soon my stupidity touched him, made him realize I am a person wanting to be cared, with lots of similar dreams as his, without any direction.

I was summoned to do part of his projects. I sat straight facing him. I did loads of mistakes, but never got fired. I tied hard to not repeat them, but I failed. Then there were even stages were I had to travel with him. That’s when first he talked to anything other than subject. We discussed about my future, his dreams, my ambition, and what not.. I realized there was lots experience in every word he uttered. I thought I got a nice brother who can guide me and he was bold enough to accept it.