4 November 2013

Divine Vine :-)

Natasha (15 years old) Β found out this afternoon that I have a Vine account. She had been berating me ever since…

A few minutes back one more of those war of words started. But this time it ended in a very different way.

….

Natasha: “You don’t understand Vine. Vine is not for you”

Me: “Says who?”

Natasha: “All kids countrywide says so”

At this point, 9 year old Nikita who had been intently watching us offered this…

Nikita: “Yeah, Daddy. Vine is for troubled teenagers countrywide” πŸ™‚

For the next few moments I could not decide whether to laugh my head off or separate the two girls from each others’ throats πŸ™‚

I was certainly saying “You go, girl!” to Niki mentally πŸ™‚

28 October 2013

OK prisoners

USA Today headline reports that “4 Oklahoma prisoners escaped from a ‘escape-proof’ prison through the shower vent”.
This is, no doubt, the after effect of the jail officials plea to the prisoners to come out “clean” πŸ™‚

19 October 2013

Good looking potato

Most of you who know me, also know very well that grocery shopping is clearly not one of my core competencies. I have rarely done it and I am totally clueless about the aisle layouts. Once in a blue moon, Sharmila will hand me a list of things to pick up. Typically, once in the store, I will look at the top of the list and then roam around the store looking for that item, listlessly πŸ™‚ Eventually, I will give up, call her up and then ask for instructions. She will remotely guide me to the aisle, I will find the item and then tell her “I have got it from here” before dropping the call.
Then I will see the next item on the list, again walk around the whole store completely confused where to find the item, call her back again…. and so on … till I have made as many calls as there are items on the list. It is the same story every single time.
So, these days, she tries to be very explicit in her instructions when she absolutely needs me to go to the grocery store.
This is the text message I got from her when I was out running an errand this morning.
The good news is, following her directions, I landed up in the potato section. Except there were lots and lots of potatoes. And I had no idea in God’s green earth when to deem a potato “good looking”. Frankly, they all looked rather unseemly to me πŸ™‚
As you must have guessed, a phone call ensued… πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

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3 October 2013

Living longer? :-)

Yesterday, our corporate head of HR – a dear friend, colleague and peer of mine, traveled with me to DC to address my organization there.
She is a great speaker and was eloquently explaining our new healthcare options and the challenges companies like ours face with rising healthcare costs.
Some of the analytics she cited were very insightful. One rather innocuous one she told us was “married people live longer”. Driven by unbounded curiosity, I had to ask what I thought was a very challenging and certainly entirely relevant question: “do they live longer or does it just seem that way to them” πŸ™‚ Then I dutifully sat down expecting an equally insightful answer πŸ™‚
Let’s just say I am glad she tolerates my terrible sense of humor πŸ™‚
She did get back at me during drinks that evening. But I am not going to tell you about that! This is my blog. Let her write about it in her blog πŸ™‚