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A promise!

My first day with EmailsToday is my first day with emails. Now I’m an E-mailer ;) (Big girl!)! I have not done even one email as of now and do not intend to do any either. That’s because my very first email was a lot of research and waiting. I have to wait till tomorrow to write that email. The poor advertiser. Let him wait! Being a Customer Service Representative is listening to customer concerns and is not easy. You need to know the product too well to deal with customers. They will write only when they have problem. Obviously, I’ve never called Hutch… OK Vodafone to tell them I love their service! (By the way I really don’t) We go to these customer service people only when we have problems. There are times when I’ve called Hutch (Past) to ask them why they changed to Pink from Orange!! Yeah… these crazy things happen when friends get together and decide to bug someone when they have nothing to do! Sometimes even at 12 am! ;) People write in with serious problems… advertising online…

How time flies~

Nov 26 – Jan 23 – MYSELFThis article is just an outburst of satisfaction. I work for an amazing company. I work for a team that deals with American customers. I studied in a school run and built by the English. So, I needed to change the whole thing. I meant English. To abide by the rules of writing emails to Google advertisers I’m not allowed to use British English. But, aren’t they the ones who own the language? Yes, but who is paying you? I started the American English training everyone goes through before they start their email training. It is called Fast Track. Two whole weeks of intensive unlearning, learning and changing all the English I know. Nothing is left out in this training. Nouns, articles, verbs, tense, clauses, subjects… a lot more! It’s intense and annoying! Yes, it is a part of my job. Which frustrated advertiser who writes in with a problem is going to check if I said ‘Hi’ or ‘Hello?’ I’m not in a state to complain now. I’ve done a lot of that earlier. I’ve settled…

What's in a name?

What’s in a name?Your name is your identity. That’s what you are and that’s what you’re called. It’s like your mobile number. If you change it and you’ll have to inform all the people you know and even the government! Even if you lose your number you can get a duplicate... you cant lose your name. You'll find it the next time someone calls you!
I remember those days when I whined long nights about my name. Is pra-ga-tham-bal really difficult to pronounce? Yeah, it is 4 syllables. And, it’s a goddess whom I’m named after. I remember how people looked at me when I said, “Hi, I’m Pragathambal from Tirupur.” “What from Tirupur?” Phew! I was quiet sick and tired of it until I saw this article in a popular Tamil magazine. This article was about a temple named after the goddess Pragathambal. This temple is in Tanjore and that’s all I could get from that article. I was overjoyed about knowing where the temple is. I could tell people that there is a temple now. Truly, never felt bad about h…

Find yourself!

Harry Potter is for kids?! EH? What?! I’ve seen this huge a line, to buy something on its first day only for Rajni Kanth movies. The final book of Harry Potter released on July 21/07. I was a part of this line myself… but a lot earlier than the other fans… I walked into shopper’s stop and asked for the book on June 21/07! Gulp! Scoops of embarrassment! I know… but the sales guy just looked, smiled and said what he had to. No advance bookings! First come first served! I was narrating this incident to a colleague… the conversation went like this
“WHAT?? You actually read Harry Potter??”
“Well yes I do. What’s with the surprise!?!?”“I cannot believe you read Harry Potter!”“Didn’t I just tell you I do? What’s so hard to believe when I’m telling you myself?”“The fact that you are reading HARRY POTTER!”“The fact that I’M reading Harry Potter or the fact that I’m reading HARRY POTTER?”“That tone was good…The second one!”“What’s so surprising? Everyone reads Harry Potter!”“You’re 21 Pragi!”“Lik…

16 years of vanavaas!

I'm turning 22 on 17 February, 2008, i e, in less than a month's time. Of these 22 years, I've lived in hostel 13 years in boarding, hostels. Yes, a long long time away from home. Don't ask me why...

When I knew what it was I opted for it. When I didn't I cried over it. I cried just once. I don't remember crying after that at all. I don't remember those days when preparation was actually happening to send me to a boarding school, but of course I remember the day I went there. Dad was away at London. Perima, mama and amma dropped me in school. I was overjoyed with the number of pencils and rubbers, stuffed toy, new clothes, hankies with VP embroided on them. It was fun to see all that go into a trunk just for myself.

The official stuff was all done, fees paid. I was a month and a half late to join school. I joined only in August. I missed a lot. But I didn't know what that exactly meant then. Mom took me to my class and left me there and turned to leav…

My kingdom~

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My kingdom has the king, the queen, the prince and me the princess. I would not want to lose these people for the world. Life’s going smooth. All’s well. Every time I go back home from hostel, I get only the best. At least what I feel is the best. Favorite food is on the menu. Whining and throwing tantrums is allowed. I get to watch what I want on TV. My favorite music is always on the CD player in the car, TV till 1 am. I’m allowed to take calls and say “Dad not at home. He just left his mobile here” sitting right next to him. Chocolates from the most recent country my dad visited is in the freezer are always waiting. Waking at 9 am is totally forbidden as it’s too early (Dad will switch on the AC and I get to continue hugging a stuffed toy.)
Yes, I live a luxurious life. I didn’t have a driver who waits with a classy, glossy and expensive car to pick me up from or drop me back in boarding school. I’ve had my parents pick me up and drop me back every time. I didn’t have nannies that b…