tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74589880476975189002024-03-13T16:28:12.554+05:30Babble and BaubleThe Inconsequential Ramblings of a NobodyThePendulumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12825562194091057434noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458988047697518900.post-91265850382702369822012-11-23T10:40:00.000+05:302012-11-30T11:17:48.618+05:30Prodigal Blogger Returns! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hello World!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />In the world of computer programming , "Hello World" is the first program you would do when u learn anything new! It's a very basic program where you just display "Hello World".<br /><br />In the same manner, here is my first blog post after ages....nearly 3 months! Now you know how amazing I am at keeping the solemn promises I had once made about writing regularly! :D<br /><br />Well, I've been very busy at my job that started, well, 3 months back! Nd yes, it's my first job ever! Yours truly has finally joined the rat race. :O</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> I've been splurging each month's salary on stuff that I have always wanted to own but never could before, or on absolutely silly items that I don't really need! I've been convincing myself that it's alright as it's my first paycheck and it deserves to be spent extravagantly! I'm never going to get my first salary twice, right??<br /><br />But I love my office as of now. A huge batch of 43 joined together on the same date , all of us freshly out of our respective colleges into our new jobs. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Luckily, I found many kindred souls w</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ith the same dreams, hopes, fears... and with absolutely no idea of how corporate life was going to be. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Initially, all of us started out with being super polite to each other. Cracking polite jokes; smiling polite smiles while continuously wondering if you would ever meet a person who would be anything like the fun-filled people you had known back in college and if you were going to be stuck in this world filled with politeness and fake smiles.<br /><br />But then, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mafia_(party_game)" target="_blank">'Mafia'</a> happened. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have no idea if you know what it is but let me assure you it is one of the most fun games you could ever play! The game does not allow for politeness or silence but demands for all inhibitions to be thrown away. Luckily, our batch found a mutual love for this game. And, thus, we changed from work colleagues to friends.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">During our month of training, we had absolute fun! </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We just had classroom sessions all day.....boring as they were, they helped in bringing all of us closer together as we would have group chats on the office communicator; chattering away about silly matters but, nevertheless, infinitely amusing to us! We found it far more interesting than anything the trainer had to tell us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We started having breakfasts and lunches together, going on trips around town ( the 4 a.m trip to the top of a mountain to see the sunrise, the adventurous trekking to see some waterfalls, fighting each other to virtual death in laser tag, dancing the night away in a disco) , staying on after office hours to play more games of Mafia, teasing each other relentlessly with imaginary crushes, night outs in someone's flat, endless movie watching.<br /><br />You have no idea how happy I am to have found this bunch of people who are so adorable and fun and just very nice :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So now you have a vague idea what I was so busy and caught up with , because on top of all the fun , I did have work as well (though i haven't really mentioned it here :P ). </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And now I have to get back to tackling the pile of work I have to do.<br />Till next time,</span><br />
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ThePendulumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12825562194091057434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458988047697518900.post-88227958438025725072012-08-15T03:37:00.003+05:302012-08-15T15:19:28.092+05:30Gold Fever<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And yet another edition of the Olympics comes to an end. And I'm left surfing aimlessly through the channels trying to find something (anything!) to fill the void left by it =(</span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: inherit;">Love Affair with Olympics</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Me and my family have always been huge fans of the Olympics. Since I can remember, my parents would always watch eagerly the opening ceremony and keep tabs on all major events. But it was only during the Sydney Olympics in 2000 that I caught the Olympic fever. During its opening ceremony, I watched open-mouthed at the underwater sequence where the whole stadium seemed to be converted into a huge aquarium with gigantic sea creatures gracefully swimming in the air. I was hooked! I remember rushing back home from school everyday and tuning in to the channel showing the Olympics and just watching whatever sport they were airing at that time. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And then started my love affair with Olympics. Maybe its just the fact that it occurs only once in 4 years; the sheer rarity of it was just alluring! The incredible feats of endurance and all the drama accompanying it. Whether it be the world records broken or the losing competitors' hearts broken; the true stories of underdogs gain victory or the equally true stories of people who resort to drugs to achieve success. I sapped up everything fervently!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">This edition of the Olympics id not fail and provided all the entertainment that I craved. I did think the opening ceremony was somewhat unsatisfactory. Although, China is definitely a tough act to follow with their militaristic perfection and flawless performances. I cant deny that there were definitely some entertaining segments (namely Mr. Bean performing and the skydiving "Queen") . Judging by all the comments online, the Britons seem to have enjoyed the ceremony immensely but they do agree the performance had too many elements that couldn't be appreciated by the rest of the world.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">But the games themselves were carried out perfectly and, as far as I believe, without major glitches. And the closing ceremony was fantastic! It was just like a never-ending party with performances by both upcoming and renowned British artists. It had me foot-tapping at times and immensely moved by others (namely, the montage of different emotions exhibited by the participants at the London games, set to the backdrop of a beautiful rendition of "Read All About It" by Emeli Sand<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.200000762939453px; text-align: start;">é - You can watch it <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FsVIzK1VLdo" target="_blank">here</a>.)</span></span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">As I mentioned before I loved the comic segment during the Opening Games where Rowan Atkinson aka Mr. Bean
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">Usain Bolt winning gold again and again and, oh wait, yet again! Those were truly THE races to watch. The way Bolt just emerged out of the pack of runners and zoomed to the finish line to be the first man to defend both the 100m and 200m sprint titles, was just incredible (though Yohan Blake was not that far behind)!! Oh and lets not forget that he set a new Olympic record in the 100m and, along with his fellow Jamaican athletes, a new World record in the 4x100m relay! You the man!</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="text-align: justify;">When Liu Xang of China struck the first hurdle in the 110m hurdles heat and tumbled onto the track. He had, earlier, bowed out of the Beijing Olympics because of the same Achilles injury. We saw him clutching his right heel and hopping painfully back to the nearest stadium tunnel. And then we saw him hesitating and turning around. Hopping, wincing and gritting his teeth, he made his way down the 110m, the one that he hadn't completed at an Olympics for eight years, to the last hurdle and gave it a kiss. And then he hopped across the finish line. </span><span style="background-color: white;">Hungarian hurdler Balazs Baji, who had started the heat next to him, grabbed Liu's right arm and thrust it into the air: a champion, nonetheless. Touched my heart honestly!</span></span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: inherit;">As the curtain fell on the Olympics and the flame of the Olympic torch was about to be quelled, a phoenix soared above the Olympic stadium reminding us that though the games may be over for now, a brand new edition is on its way . </span></li>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Now I have to settle down to a long wait till 2016 for Rio to dazzle me! *sigh* Until then I guess I'll have to do with the watching soaps or reality TV to get my daily fix of excitement and drama ;-)</span></div>
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ThePendulumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12825562194091057434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458988047697518900.post-70468726332565419852012-08-04T18:04:00.001+05:302012-08-05T01:41:03.633+05:30Babble and Bauble<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And voila! There is yet another blog out there in the vast expanses of the Blogosphere. Another one in the many unknown and unnoticed voices expressing their opinions, narrating amusing little stories, trying to reach out to people or just finding contentment in the simple act of writing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So why do I want to join this group of wordsmiths? Simply because I want to experience, once more, the joy of writing. When I was a kid, I had this little yellow book where I would write my childish stories (mostly inspired by the Famous Five series by Enid Blyton) and fancy myself as a budding author. As I grew up I was even lucky to have English teachers who would compliment and encourage my writing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But then college days arrived and zoomed by and I realised, that caught up in the mundane realities of life, I had lost that desire to write. Writing became more of a chore than a pleasure. Words refused to flow into perfectly formed sentences and what used to be easy once...wasn't so anymore.<br /><br />Hence, the blog. Its just an attempt to write. As the title suggests, its just the "Babble and Bauble"-the humdrum chatter - of person just like you trying to put into words the world around you.<br /><br />So until I catch you next time (on a cheerier topic I assure you :)</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Take Care</span></span></div>ThePendulumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12825562194091057434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7458988047697518900.post-36657238417454201442012-08-03T02:52:00.000+05:302013-01-20T11:19:09.479+05:30Just Memories Remain…<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I was walking back to my
house from school. Sally was just running along a few paces in front of me. She
ran out onto the road. Before I could react, a car flashed</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">by, hit her and sped on without stopping. I
stood stunned. Some people started running towards her and formed a small crowd
around her. I slowly walked towards the spot. I saw her surrounded by a pool of
blood. I let out a shuddering sob and swept her up into my arms……….</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The sky was black with grey
clouds. It was drizzling slightly. The rain drops were softly touching my
cheeks as though telling me it was all right. It seemed as though the whole
world was mourning the loss of Sally.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">They gently put her into the
casket and slowly lowered her into the ground. I watched silently. I felt no
grief; I was just enveloped by a feeling of numbness. I could not believe it
was Sally who was lying in that casket. It just could not be. My only friend
cannot just leave me here all alone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> I still remember the first time when I had
seen her. She had been sitting in a corner looking very forlorn. I had gone up
to her and had spoken kindly and softly to her. She had looked up at me and I
knew from that moment we were friends for life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After that day we were inseparable.
I would tell her every secret, every small thing that had happened in my life. I
remember whenever I used to feel upset or sad, she would come up to me and just
by being with me she would make me feel better. I don’t know how but she could
sense how I was feeling <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She was so charming and so full
of life and…….so beautiful. Everyone
fell under her spell. She made friends with everyone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Whenever she
wanted something and she knew I was about to refuse it to her, she would look
up at me with her lovely deep brown eyes and I would not have the heart to
refuse it to her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I remember the time me, Sally,
mama and papa went to the beach. I was so excited as I wanted to show off my
swimming to my mama. I swam out into the sea considering myself to be an ace
swimmer. Suddenly I found myself drifting out into the sea. I tried to swim
back to the shore but I kept drifting away into the open sea. I screamed for
help but my mama and papa didn’t hear me. I was slowly getting exhausted and
was swallowing a lot of water. Suddenly Sally came out of nowhere and started
pulling me to the shore. We reached the shore after what it seemed like ages to
me and immediately on reaching Sally collapsed with fatigue. <span lang="EN-GB">That day me and my
mama and papa made endless fuss about her. </span>She
was the hero of our family. After all, she had saved my life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She was the best friend I
ever had, my confidante, and she meant everything to me. I will never ever get
another friend like her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tears began streaming down my
cheeks. I looked up and saw mama watching me. She opened her mouth to say
something but papa spoke softly to her,” Don’t stop her. It will only make her
bottle up her grief. Let her cry.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And then tears fell down my
cheeks uninhibited. After sometime I slowly turned towards our car and got into
it. My parents followed and we started on our way back home. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I let the window down and
stared out. The wind cooled my hot cheeks. Every place I saw outside reminded
me of Sally. Memories…..that’s what they are now……just memories. Memories of
how we played outside day and night with just each other for company. Memories
of how she would never leave my side no matter what happened. Memories of her ever-smiling
face. Just memories remain……….But memories are all that I have now and these
memories will always remain in my heart. I will never be able to forget Sally,
my dog.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>(Well, hello readers. This is my 1st attempt at a blog. So leave your comments and let me know how i did for a 1st timer .</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>This is a short story I had written when I was 12 years old. I thought my blog couldn't be off to a better start than with a story that is close to my heart)</i></span><br />
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