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Code Red




Heylo once again!!!!!!!!



Not much happened in this short period except there was the griha pravesh puja in my parents' new home. Okay for those people who don't understand, graha pravesh is a kind of prayer service to bless the house. Not much change in my professional front too. Trying to troubleshoot my problem

:-(. Hmmmmmmm!!!!!!!! CODE RED. Now what comes in your mind when you hear this............. alert code or the fast telecommunication service available for mass emergency or the computer worm on internet in 2001............... Well code red was the call of the day yesterday....... It was announced that all of us would have to wear red.... The most innovative person would be awarded. ooooooooohhhhhhhh!!!! AWARD. My ears pricked at this wonderful sound.............. Hmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!! I started checking my wardrobe. I have no dirth of reds but to be innovative........... I put on a red sweatshirt, below it a red T-shirt, red belt, red heart shaped clips aaaaaaammmmmmmmm...........pinkish muffler, magenta earrings, red socks ooofffff I am tired describing it huh! Thank gawd I dropped the idea of wearing my red capris. My senior heaved a sigh of relief when I told her so. Man I was missing red shoes. But but but I missed the prize beacuse Swati looked more elegant in her RED. Ahtleast I was among the top contenders.Whoooopeeee!!!!!!!! We went out for lunch and what a picture we presented. :-D. Since the day had not ended to keep up the spirit of RED bought red sneakers. He He he.That is all in all for Code Red. Cheers to Pooja and Shailly for the spirit of RED (it was their idea).

Well just a thought............... no one in this world has the right to judge another on the basis of a few reactions. Like religion is a very personal thing. We don't have to chant Jai Mata di or hey Jesus to be a believer. Its all about what you feel in your heart. Anyway me signing off.

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