Mills and Boons, Temptation series... hidden under pillows and read furtively in late afternoons
Reality TV marathons...is there anything like it?
Old sitcoms...the one's you know by heart
Chocolate chip cookies...an entire box instead of lunch
Chocolate...in so many ways, molten, warm, dark, decadent, intense, wicked. Dripping off my fingers as I lick them off...one by one *Shivers*
French fries, potato chips, mashed potatoes, baked potato, aloo paratha with sweet curds, coriander chutney and mango pickle...any form of potato for that matter.
Playing hookey...when there's nothing wrong with you but its raining and there's 'Harry met Sally' on TV
Archies and Jughead...Double Digest
Gossip..juicy, detailed..over cups of masala chai
Cheese...greasy, melting, oozing, sweating on top of a crispy brick oven pizza
Dan Brown novels
Breakfast in bed...made by a loved one
Spontanous shopping trips...chicken soup for the wannabe fashionista
Fried chicken, fried onions...well, fried anything
Whispered conversations late into the night with a new love
Sums up the three major loves in my life, TV, Food, Books.
New motto for a new improved me
A question, how can anything be new and improved? If it is improved, that implies that there was an earlier version, meaning its not new. I ramble. I read this on PFC and was maha impressed.
"Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful people with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent." - Calvin Coolidge
Combined with something I read in Reader's Digest it gives me immense food for thought. I forgot the original quote and who said it but the thought was something like this . If you ram into a wall enough times, sooner or later(my bet is on later) the wall will budge. You will also break every bone in your body but hey, you get the idea.Having gone through my life believing that I'm an undiscovered genius, I think its time to make a few changes.
Manasi Drew and the mystery of the disappearing passwords
Despite my optimistic outlook (that is about how optimistic I can get)in my first post on my brand new blog, 2008 hasn't been my year yet. My job search isn't going so well and I am being traumatised by the mystery of the disappearing passwords. First my rediff account locked me out for a random reason. I couldn't remember the password to my rediff shopping account and instead of helping me retrieve that password, rediff decided to lock me out of my email account. Then there was my earlier blog. I couldn't remember the password to that too(alright, I'm a little forgetful, part of being a creative genius!) and so tried to retrieve it through what google promised would be a couple of easy steps. I should have known better than to trust those words.Haven't I heard them before in so many forms 'It will hurt just a little bit', 'I promise you will enjoy it'. For all you dirty/curious minds, the above words were uttered in entirely different contexts viz the dentist before a root canal and a friend before watching Kisna. Anywho.......long story short, I had to get a new blog. New year, fresh start to my life, I decided to record all my passwords in a word file so I won't ever forget it. That should solve my problems. Yea, right!
Then come along Doostang, an incredible job search site which is by invitation only. I got someone to send me an invite, set up my account and uploaded my resume, did everything a good girl should do and ignored the Project Runway marathons and tubs of chocolate icecream.
Then as a reward for my very hard work Doostang locks me out, this time no reason whatsoever. Not only does it pronounce my password incorrect (the nerve) but also my email id. At this point I'm in tears, my email id does exist and no snot nosed excuse for a site is going to tell me otherwise. So there! I showed em.
Today morning I tried to access my library card which doesn't even have a password, you can just login with your card number and that too has been given the death sentence. I am beyond mad now.
The paranoid and over imaginative me is feeling like Sandra Bullock in The Net. The not so imaginative me is feeling just plain annoyed.
I'm launching a full scale offensive to get my accounts back!
Then come along Doostang, an incredible job search site which is by invitation only. I got someone to send me an invite, set up my account and uploaded my resume, did everything a good girl should do and ignored the Project Runway marathons and tubs of chocolate icecream.
Then as a reward for my very hard work Doostang locks me out, this time no reason whatsoever. Not only does it pronounce my password incorrect (the nerve) but also my email id. At this point I'm in tears, my email id does exist and no snot nosed excuse for a site is going to tell me otherwise. So there! I showed em.
Today morning I tried to access my library card which doesn't even have a password, you can just login with your card number and that too has been given the death sentence. I am beyond mad now.
The paranoid and over imaginative me is feeling like Sandra Bullock in The Net. The not so imaginative me is feeling just plain annoyed.
I'm launching a full scale offensive to get my accounts back!
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