Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Look whoz here!


Its O Nine!

Another year, time again to move out the list of things you could not do last year and bring in the list of things you can not do this year.. in short time for new year resolutions :)

This year i think i am going to go the calvin way! :)

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Thanksgiving special!


Had heard about Thanksgiving but never knew it was so big out here. People were planning for thanksgiving holidays for couple of months and shopping was the most integral part of the plan. The very idea of thanksgiving impressed me completely. Forget about the history (no I am not saying that’s not important) and look at today. America gets a federal holiday on this day to be with their families and ponder over the good things in life, count their blessings and thank God, people, pets, who made all the good things happen. Nice, isn’t it!

Ok, so thanksgiving is nice, and it is fun too. The fun part is the Black Friday shopping. Black Friday is the day after thanksgiving when almost all the big stores across the country open their gates at as early as 3 in the morning. Are you thinking who shops at that hour? Answer is EVERYBODY! There are people who queue up in front of the store from the evening before. All for the best deals that are available for the early birds. So if you want to see some real gate crashing, this is the time to go shopping.

Rochester, NY, the place I am living right now, is a cold place. Temperature has been negative for the last 40 days. There is a sheet of snow, I saw a snow storm recently, and all the locals come back to me and say – oh you have seen nothing yet! Not yet! Don’t worry you will see it soon! Not particularly encouraging I must say. Anyway, so this was the weather condition on the thanksgiving weekend also. So in office, in the middle of a project meeting, all of us were discussing who will go out for Black Friday shopping. People were sure that I will surely go. People who come here for a short while usually would not refrain from buying all the goodies that would be available at throw away prices. And I opened my mouth to let them know I had no such plans. I was not sure that I wanted to step out of my house at that hour of the morning / night / whateva in this kind of weather to buy anything. I had nothing at all on my agenda except for an external hard disk for my brother and a camera for my cousin. I was certain I wanted to buy those on Black Friday but may be at 10 or 11 in the morning. The sale goes on for the entire day. And anyway, there are only like 10 coupons for the early birds and I had no intention of standing all night in the snow to save money on something that wasn’t even mine. And then my Manager (from business) spoke up, “Hey I will tell you guys a small story about this Black Friday(BF) shopping. About ten years back my mom insisted on going for this BF shopping because she wanted to buy this stereo for my dad. It was a neat piece but was a little expensive. We checked the deals on the internet and it looked like they were running good discounts on them. So we decided to go to Best Buy the next morning. These guys were supposed to open at 5. So at 5 I reached there with my Mom, those people were opening the gates. I dropped my Mom at the entrance and went further to park my car. Parking too is a problem as there is an absolute ocean of people and sea of cars. After ten minutes I enter the store and make my way to the stereo section after being nudged and protecting myself from being run over, and what do I see there. There was just one piece of that stereo left there which my mom was pulling from end and another woman was pulling from the other. No one was decent enough to let it go. So the battle was on. And my mom finally won that battle when she pushed with such might that there was a roar out of her mouth. I could not believe my eyes. I couldn’t believe my mom was really doing that. Anyway, we came back home and I slept back, after pledging to never go there again on a BF”. Some of us were in splits but the majority in the room nodded as if to say – yes this happens! And that is when I decided that I am going to go for it. Who would want to miss this circus when this is perhaps the only opportunity when I can see it. I was certain about it now.
Kapil came over for thanksgiving. Not that we were planning to celebrate thanksgiving as thanksgiving, but we just wanted to hang out over the four days weekend. How often do you get that? We chatted till late night, it was certainly much past midnight. I slept close to 2 and I could hear activity in my room at as early as 2.30. My roomie was getting ready to go shopping. I thought about it for a second, my hand was outside the comforter and I could feel the chill outside, I snuggled and slept of. After all this looked like the best thing I would rather do any day. In about an hour and forty five minutes, my phone rang. It was my manager. We all had planned to go out shopping the previous evening so he was checking which store I wanted to go to and he would have guided me which car I needed to get into. We colleagues had decided to go in three cars in three different directions and stay connected on the phone to let others know about any interesting deal available. Anyway, I picked the call and mumbled a hello. And looked like he was awake from three nights in the excitement of shopping on thanksgiving. He said a cheerful good morning and got a lifeless good morning in response.
Hey Anu, you are still sleeping!! You don’t want to come along?
Me..mm..i was thinking about it actually last evening (what a liar I am!) and I don’t think I want to buy anything, then whats the point going?
Arre, till yesterday you were sure you wanted to see the mad rush and that’s all you wanted to be there for. Are you sure you want to miss this annual event?
I pondered for a second and I said ok let me check with Kapil if he wants to come along.
I called Kapil’s cell, he did not pick. I called again no response, again no response. He was in the next room, I could hear the cell ringing so loudly, but he was just not responding. I stepped out of my room and shouted Kaaappppiiiillll!
Hmmm..
My friends are asking if we want to go for thanksgiving sale?
mmm.. you go, I want to sleep.
Are you sure?
Ok.. wait I will also come along.
And sleepy heads were on the way to Walmart.
By the time we reached Walmart, we were so wide awake, because it looked like it was a big festival in town (it was!).
As we were making our way into the store, we realized there were just two carts left, and there was a swarm of people flowing in. So we almost ran and grabbed the carts. There was triumph written on our face as we glided the two carts inside. Two carts. As if we were there to shop for comforters and mattresses. Everyone was eyeing at electronics, and so were we. What possibly would have required two carts is beyond anyone’s comprehension. Anyway as we entered we noticed that Walmart was packed with people. Choc-a-block inside all the aisles, and the numerous queues at the counter, everywhere. It was difficult to walk inside. And soon there was a big crowd behind us also. And soon I understood that the other two either elbowed some out, or got elbowed out as they were not to be seen. I wanted to look for them, but was finding it difficult to move. And then I had a cart with me. I realized it was a mistake to pounce on the cart. So I decided to call them. I tried calling Kapil. Beep beep.. (no ring).. beep..beep..no ring still.. beep..silent! Network jam apparently. Suddenly I saw Kapil coming from somewhere. He had something in his hand. “hey where were you? Whats in your hand?”.
Pen-drive, 4gb, for 9$. He said and threw it in the cart. And he disappeared again.
I wanted to throw this cart that was causing such immobility. But it is against the etiquette to just leave it somewhere and go. So I dragged it and inched myself to the electronic section. I was met with an unimaginable rush there. And an enormous queue too to get inside those aisles. I waited there for a couple of minutes, and lost patience finally. I headed towards the household appliances section thinking about some good deal on kitchen appliances, or vacuum cleaner. But I was met with the same fate there also. It took me fifteen minutes to reach there, and another ten to come out of the place, without getting to even see anything. So here I was standing in the middle of mayhem with a huge and unwanted shopping cart, which had two pen-drives in it. Those two pen-drives in the cart looked really odd because the cart was big enough to hold 1200 of those. I had no idea where to go and what to pick. And then I looked towards the grocery section. On any other day the grocery section is the most crowded area in Walmart, but on this day it was completely deserted. Out of those n thousand people there, not even person was seen on this side. So I knew where to go! I went to that section, picked up a packet of bread and a can of milk. No there was no deal running on these! Had to make the most of this outing. Didn’t get anything better. And then I went and joined the queue. Kapil added a couple of towels to the cart while I was yawning my way to the counter. My manager Joy’s cart looked better than ours, much more fuller, but when he reached the counter, and started seeing the prices of items he picked solely on x% discount factor, he slowly started removing items from the billing desk. And then he was also left with some thirty dollars worth items. And this was our Walmart shopping on the Thanksgiving day. So much for getting up early on a holiday when temperature has dipped below zero and you went two bed just two hours before.
By the way, we halted at Staples to check out a deal on passport drives (external hard disks). It was heartening to see the deal was still on and there were some pieces left of those. So finally getting up early paid off. All three of us bought 320gb passport drives for a meagre 99$. And we were ecstatic, we struck gold! yeyyyy! Now it is another thing that now after almost a month of thanksgiving, when there is no sale running on electronics, the same piece is available for 79$. hmph!

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Tumul once again..!


A wonderful piece of work by Sri Jai Shankar Prasad, I have appreciated tumul kolahal over years, specially the line ‘tumul kolahal kalah mein, main hriday ki baat re mann”. His poem was about God talking to Manu, the first man on earth according to Hindu belief, and giving him courage to fight against all adversities. ‘Tumul kolahal..’ means in the middle of extreme chaos too, I am the one who rules your heart.

Now this piece here has nothing to do with Sri Jai Shankar Prasad’s work. That was brilliant. Here I have put some random thoughts together and have shamelessly picked the line from his poem that I admire so much.

जो दूर गर निकला कहीं सांझ ढले यहीं आएगा
चलते चलते जो थक जाए या भटक कहीं जो जाएगा
साथ दिलाती राह बताती मैं सांध्य मैं ही रात रे मन
तुमुल कोलाहल कलह में मैं ह्रदय की बात रे मन

जिसे ढूंढ रही तू वोह मिल गया तो गाऊँगा तेरे संग मैं भी
मार खुशी तू दौड़ेगी इठलाऊँगा तेरे संग मैं भी
झूमती गाती खूब नाचती मैं रंगों की बारात रे मन
तुमुल कोलाहल कलह में मैं ह्रदय की बात रे मन

मन आज कुछ ठीक नही खुश आँखें आज उदास हैं
कोई पास तेरे हो नो हो, भगवान तो तेरे पास हैं
शक्ति दिलाता मुस्कान लौटाता, मन का मैं विश्वास रे मन
तुमुल कोलाहल कलह में मैं ह्रदय की बात रे मन

जाते जाते मुड़ के देखो पाओगी तरुवर सा खड़ा यहीं
जितना तुझसे मैंने किया उतना प्रेम किसी ने किया नही
हाथ बढ़ा दो हाँ कह दो, अपनाओ यह साथ रे मन
तुमुल कोलाहल कलह में मैं ह्रदय की बात रे मन

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Comments!

There always are some people in a movie theatre who are spontaneous, funny and do not mind expressing themselves aloud. While some of them who belong to this category can be ignored, some of them really make for good laugh there and beyond too when you look back at times. The comments that they pass sometimes just stay with you. Here are some comments that I overheard or collected from others over a period of time:

Chak De: Shahrukh Khan is not happy with Sagarika Ghatge (Preeti Sabharwal), for playing a selfish game. There is a scene towards the end where he calls her and starts shouting at her, and in the theatre there is a plead from behind somewhere – “Please Shahrukh, please Preeti ko kucch nahi bolna..” The whole place was in splits. More than the comment there was that plead in his voice that was so genuine. :)


Lagaan: In the beginning of the movie, Aamir Khan is somewhere out in the farms, and Gracy Singh comes to call him. She is standing at a distance and from there she calls out – Bhuvaaaaan. Immediate reply from some smart guy – ‘aaya darling’. Lot of hahahaha followed this too. :)


Yaadein: Now if you know anything about this movie, you would know how miserable a watch this is. The whole theatre is gloomy and losing patience slowly. There is not a single interested face around. And there comes a scene where Kareena Kapoor (who by the way is extremely irritating in this movie) and Hrithik Roshan (who by the way believe it or not is way more irritating than Kareena) are standing in front of a nice looking building which has a huge concrete eagle on top. Public is bored to death and Hrithik at this point (or was it Kareena..anyway..) goes ‘I love you’ on top of his voice and in the most hopeless style. And there croons a voice from crowd – “dheere bol-a-, udd jayee”. A bihari way of saying – speak softly otherwise it will fly away. There was a little pause followed by roaring laughter from all corners in the hall. This was the only high point of the movie for the entire population sitting inside. :)

Shaan: A 70s movie starring Amitabh Bachchan, Shashi Kapoor and many other famous names. But the person who became immortal with this movie was Kulbhushan Kharbanda, in the role of famous Shakaal. Apart from the good job he did with his character, his look was also quite distinct and very befitting. He was given a bald look with a shining face. In one scene Shakaal is moving his hand on this bald crown and says – “… main kuchh bhi kar sakta hoon..”. Some one from the audience answers back “arre kanghi nahi kar sakta hai” (can not comb) :)

Hanuman: This was not exactly a comment, but overheard from the next seat. A young lady who was sitting next to my brother’s seat got a call mid way through the movie. Some one must have asked what she was doing and her answer was "Main hanuman ji dekh rahi hoon”. ‘Hanuman Ji’ dekh rahi hoon!!! Was funny but extremely sweet. We had a good laugh. :)

Kal ho na ho: Last scene. Shahrukh Khan is dying. Preity Zinta and Saif Ali Khan go to meet him. Preity Zinta sits next to Shahrukh Khan and goes little close to his face. Someone in the public, in a loud but emotional voice – Aman main tumhare bachche ki maa banne waali hoon! :) Now we all too laughed at this one, but because of this gang in the theatre, I hated the movie the first time I saw it. The entire emotion of the movie was diluted because of some funny and some not so funny comments that kept coming in consistently.
Some of these may not sound very funny just hearing them or reading them, but were so perfectly timed that it made them truly hilarious.

Talking about funny comments, I am reminded of two funny ones, not from movie halls though, that I heard from some friends.
A young lady instructor to an MCA student who is particularly noisy in the computer lab – I am watching you for the last two hours, you just can’t sit quiet and concentrate.
Student replies back, with a wide grin – Madam, you are watching ‘me’ for the past two hours! :)


There is a very famous chain of a shoe brand in the central-eastern and eastern states of India, called Shree Leathers. One young man entered one of the outlets in Jamshedpur with some of his friends. He looked around and then went to the counter. There was a photograph of someone on the wall behind the counter and it was garlanded. Our man looked at the photograph and did a very respectful pranaam to it. Store keepers at the counter looked pleasantly surprised with this gesture and were looking at him. Our man with utmost respect in eyes and most polite expression went – Shree Leather jee yahi hain kya?
The expression on the store keepers faces changed instantaneously. His friends refused to know him and rush themselves out of the place. He coolly walked out without much ado. Perhaps others were too stunned to say anything. :)

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Strangers.. but connected..

In my previous outing outside the country, the phenomenon that I found particularly strange was Indians on the road just avoiding eye contact with you, as if the moment they made eye contact I will ask them to take me home and give me some food, or lend me some pounds. Not a one off case this one, this was what happened most of the time. So after a while it started looking like normal, though I still refused to be one of them.
Now this time around, I didn’t expect anything better. And honestly I was not even preparing to give it any more thought, as now I know this is how it works perhaps everywhere outside the country. But I was in for a surprise, and a very pleasant one. Well in general the experience has been good so far, but there are two incidents that are particularly worth a mention.

Incident I:
Thanks to my colleagues and their wives here, I did not have to bother about what to buy and where to buy from for most of the basic things. They were there to help me with my shifting, travel, initial settling down, food too on some occasions, fixing me an apartment, helping me open a bank account, SSN, everything that was important. But after the primary basic requirements were over, it was time for the secondary basic requirements for household like lamps, curtain, cleansers, containers, etc. So I with two more colleagues, equally new to the place, decided to venture out on our own to Walmart. And we found out the nearest bus stop and the bus timings too, to go there. It was quite simple actually as bus stop was very close by. So we got in to the bus and reached Walmart. Everyone who has been to Walmart would know if you are there without a list, that place can hold you for hours together and you will not be done still. We were no exception. We kind of wandered all possible alleys and aisles in the store and by the time we were done, the shopping cart was on the verge of puking things out. A look at the watch and we also realized that the last bus back home would be at the stop in less than five minutes, and we had this entire cart to check out. We were prepared to take a taxi ride back, so we started taking easy. We paid up and then decided to recharge our batteries at the Subway store inside Walmart.
At the Subway counter we were greeted by a guy who had Indian looks but very heavy accent. There were few more there but he decided to assist us. From his badge it was evident that he was the store manager, and he had enough work force to handle the orders, but he came himself. And then while I was telling him all the ingredients for my sub, he pushed a question – where are you all from? I smiled and replied – India.
He: (Smiles).. that I already guessed, where in India?
I: I am from Ranchi, and here my friends are from Andhra.
Friends also said their hellos and introduced themselves.
He: I am from Gujrat (broad smile).. nice meeting you all. So how long have you been here.
I: Its not been too long, I am here for a little over a week actually.
He: Oh! So have you settled down well, have you?
I: Yeah..kind of.. in the process.
He: I know it can difficult initially, so if you need any help with anything just let me know.
I: O thank you! Ya I will.
Sub was ready by then, so we paid up and went to sit somewhere and enjoy our meal. Enjoyed the meal, I told my colleague, we need to call a taxi. Why don’t you go and find a taxi number. He said ok, I will ask Sam (the Store Manager) for the number. And he went to the counter, and in less than 20 seconds he was back with Sam. And Sam shot at us, in a nice way actually, didn’t I tell you to let me know if you need any help. And you are asking for a taxi number. Come on I will drop you guys.
I: No, I know it’s a busy hour at work. Just give us a number if you have and we will go. We will be fine Sam, thank you!
Sam: Please! I have been in this country for so long, and I not always had a car. But I never took a taxi. I called friends but never a taxi. They are so insanely over priced. Come I will drop you.
Started moving our cart.
I: No please Sam, its really alright.
Sam: No it is not. It hardly takes 5 minutes from here to your place. I have an efficient team here, they will manage it. And before I could speak further he was pushing the cart out of Walmart. We looked at each other in confused amazement, and followed him.
He emptied the cart in the boot of his car. And we moved from there. On the way he told stories about his early days in USA. The struggle he had to go through, and how he managed to finally own a store of his own. Very interesting story, and by the time the story got over, we reached home.
We thanked him and told him we will see him again when we visit Walmart again. And he said by the way let me know if you guys want to see Niagra, its just an hour from here. We didn’t know how to react for a minute. He was amazing. With the promise we will tell him if and when we want to go, we said bye and he left.
And after entering the apartment, we three could not stop talking about him and his nicety. You don’t meet good people every day. And especially after my UK experience, this was such a refreshing surprise.

Incident II:
Still early days I decided to buy some furniture for my so empty looking apartment. I was checking out some classifieds and I found one interesting deal. There was this person moving out of the place and looking for someone who could buy his entire furniture at a very low price if he was paid up the same day. I called him up, and found he was actually staying in the same community as I, and as close as the next parking lot. So the distance between his house and mine was about 400 meters at the max. I went there in the evening and checked out the furniture. It wasn’t too bad and hence I paid up immediately. This happened to be a Friday, and he said he was moving out the next Friday, so I needed to pick up the furniture before that. I was fine with the idea. So I came back home, looked for some “movers” numbers and called one such service up. They said I had to come to their office in the morning and pay up and then only can I get the truck. So I and one of my colleagues, Ramya, decided to go there in the morning. From their instructions it looked like this place was just ten minutes walk from my house. And hence we started walking. After walking for 20 minutes we were tired and not even first of the three landmarks was in sight. So we called up my manager to ask if he knew where this place was. He checked out in the internet maps and said it was indeed 10 minutes away if we were driving at a speed of 60mph. Aargh! We immediately called up a taxi. Finally we reached their office. I introduced myself and told them I called them last night and this morning. So they were prepared for me. Lady at the counter immediately started processing my request and I looked for my wallet to pay up for the truck. And then she politely said she needed to see my driving license before closing the deal. Driving license? Oh well, I don’t drive! I can show my passport!
Hey no, we need to see your driving license, before you take the truck away!
You mean I will be DRIVING this truck?
Yes ofcourse, oh OFCOURSE, who else? We don’t supply drivers! We just lend trucks!!
REALLY! If you want I can pay something extra if you can provide someone to drive the truck as well.
Sorry madam, we don’t do that!
ugh.. Ok! :( :( Thanks anyway! :(
We came back in the same taxi! Aamdani atthanni kharcha rupaiya.
I was very disappointed, and perplexed too. I didn’t know how I was supposed to move the furniture that I had already paid for. I came back and decided to ask at the office of this residential community if they would know any means to achieve this. They suggested I could take movement cart from their concierge’s desk, this is the way most of them moved their furniture.
I went to the concierge’s desk to seek the cart. It was not a cart, it was a dolly. Anyway I took it and went to take the furniture. I knew it would take at least 7 rounds to get all the things. I and the furniture guy picked the two-seater couch and placed it somehow on the dolly. And I pushed it to my apartment. At the apartment I called my colleague Ramya out and we two helped the couch in. And by the time we were done, we were totally exhausted! I was panting and searching for breath. There was no chance I would go back the same moment to get more furniture. So I phoned the furniture guy that I will be coming later. Then I searched some websites for some individual laborers who helped you move. I found a number and dialed. This person, said he would be able to help but not over the weekend. I had an action packed Monday so I asked him to come on the Tuesday, to which he agreed. So I enjoyed my weekend and on Tuesday when I called the mover up, he said he had a friend visiting him so it was difficult on Tuesday and he will come the next day. I informed my furniture friend yet again and he understood. He though warned me towards any further delay as he was moving out on Friday. And then he went to add if it wasn’t possible till Friday, his room-mate will be back on Saturday and I can collect it then. So I thought Saturday sounds good, I too don’t have to rush back from office. And then I called up the mover again. This time he didn’t take the call, so I left a voice mail. He never returned the call. I was also at ease, as I knew the furniture guy’s roomie would be there anyway.
And soon the weekend arrived. I kept trying the mover but he refused to take the call. I started calling fresh set of people, but someone needed 100$ for movement, someone was occupied over the weekend. And at 5 in the evening the door-bell rang. There was this person I had not seen before at my door. He introduced me as furniture guy’s roomie, and he said in an hour’s time he was leaving for Boston for good! And he didn’t know what to do about my furniture. I couldn’t believe me ears. Did he just say he was leaving forever! Yes, he said that! And did he say he was going in an hour. Oh yes! He said that too!! I didn’t know this part. My brain stopped working, and then he gave a possible solution – “Well I can give you my keys for today, tomorrow morning, the resident office people come and throw away whatever is inside and they will also change the lock. So see if you can do something by then.” I wanted to meet the resident office guys and explain the situation. But I realized they close office at 5. I still tried, but they were closed. I was coming back when I thought of meeting the Indian students from University of Rochester who study in the library. They were usually found there and library was on my way back. So I went in, and they were actually there. So I straight away explained the situation to them and asked them if anyone of them could drive a truck or would they know some mover who has a truck too. And the answer I got was – hey why would you need any of that! We are there, we will move the stuff. How much is it there? There was too much stuff to be transported. He decided to have a look. I said this was out of question. I did not expect them to pick the stuff and move it when it was so cold outside, and then they were studying too. But he did not listen to any of that, and he called up some more friends of this. All of us met at the furniture guy’s house. They had a look at the furniture and said it was very doable! I wasn’t comfortable with the idea. I know these guys work over the weekends to make some pocket money. So I finally offered them if they transport, I will give them the 40$ the mover had demanded. To which one of them retorted how could I even think they would charge an Indian! I was still uncomfortable but pleased by the thought. So I offered them dinner sometime, and they said you can order some pizza when we all meet at the library the next time. Or you can call us for some Indian food too. But if you call us home, you may call 4 of us and it will be 6-8 people who will turn up. :) I was absolutely fine with this. Not that they cared, they didn’t want anything. And they moved my entire furniture within an hour.
A big headache was over and I was so relieved. I will call all these people over for dinner sometime. But none of these pizza or Indian food can return the favour. And I am very pleased by the fact that the myth I had formed about the Indians abroad has been thrown out of the door.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

There is a law and there is a hope...

What goes up must come down! September elated me, and October was a dampener. Caught me offguard and shook me completely. I am glad this month has come to an end. I hope so has the flavour that it brought with it.
More later...

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

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tumul kolahal kalah mein, main hriday ki baat re mann..

Monday, October 13, 2008

September was for Friends

What a month that was!
- Kapil sends an i-pod nano for me :)
- My travel plan gets finalized. Iya throws a surprise party. I go there with Shrestha. And there i get to meet Sandy, Anubhav, Jose and Taj. And ofcourse Aman too! There is cake and there is wine and there is food and there are games. Some singing and dancing.. we (me and Shrestha) stay over at Iya's place.
- Shrestha buys me a pair of shoes. I needed one pair so badly! :)
- There is a buzz in the group to celebrate each and every day before I leave for US.
- Smita Di (who i had not met in the last five years) sponsors my ticket for Kolkata to ensure I meet my parents and dadi before coming, and ofcourse her too. :) She buys me a Hidesign bag, of my choice :)
- I team up with my Dad and surprise my mom and dadi by appearing from nowhere :)
- After coming back, Shiks and Vineha decide to raid my humble abode. They stayed over two nights. Idea was to spend time together. :)
- Mike, Ashwathy and Rahul take me out to Barista at Leela Palace at midnight. Why at midnight? I wasnt free any other time :)
- Anubhav takes the the gang out for lunch at Herbs n Spices. It was my last day in office. In the hectic days gone by i had not realized what all can change when i come back. Anubhav makes me realize this, and this is the first time i get emotional about this entire thing. We part on a happy note though. :)
- Shree gives me something very special. Its Ganesha, who will protect me from all evil :)
- Shrestha and I decide to dine out at midnight. Shall we go, shall we not, shall we.. shall we not.. and two tired but starving people head for Leela Palace for a midnight meal. Actually Iya had suggested a plan and a place, but dropped the plan as there was not a pin also that i had packed. And i had begun to get nervous.
- Taj calls. We are out at Leela and between the calls we are unable to talk. I know Taj is in Chennai and I can talk to him later also. Had not spent any time with Shrestha so I tell Taj I am sleepy. Smell something fishy. Wait for him to say something while pretending i am sleeping. And next thing i know is he is in Bangalore :) and standing outside my house :) He comes over to Leela. Picks up Shiks also on his way. :)
- Final day Mike, Ashwathy, Bhanu and Vineha give me a beautiful gift. Its a picture of them. Its wonderful!
- Iya comes over to see me off.
- Sandy comes over to see me off.
- Taj comes over to drop me to the airport. (Reminds me of the journey to airport Taj)
- Shrestha takes care of everything i have no time for but need to be done. Her brain is still working when I am like an inch away from insanity. She gets some food packed as well. And she gets the most beautiful card which looks like was created with us in mind.
- We head for airport and the journey is most interesting. I almost had a heart attack. Sandy really helped by enquiring aloud about next flights to Mumbai. She is sure I will miss the flight. :)
- Shrestha distributes food to us. Resource crunch. Only one person can eat at a time. She is the hungriest of us all. She still eats the last.
- Iya saves me by telling Taj in whispers just loud enough for me to hear that we are heading in the wrong direction. I was gasping for oxygen after that. :)
- We reach the airport just in time. And yet again I hear my name being announced on the Airport loud speakers.."this is the last and final boarding call for Anumeha Ajay.." Phew!
- Reach Mumbai. Yo has driven down from Pune to Mumbai. It was most unbelievable. I am meeting her after a year and a half. She says she wanted to ensure we meet once every year. This year would have gone by and thus she had to come :) Gifts me a book too :)
- I leave the country after that but this was not the end. I have a transit in JFK. And as I come out of the terminal, there he was. Kapil came over from Stamford to meet me. I just had 3 hours there in which one hour went into official formalities. And he knew it would be that way. But still came over.

Updated on 22 Oct: This post would be incomplete without a special mention of Amit, Amy the Shamy, who was far away, not in touch, did not know about my travel plans, but sensed it, and called me a day before i left. Thanks Amit! :)

Unbelievable! I am glad to have all of you for friends. I am very fortunate in friendship, I would say I am blessed with most amazing friends, and i am well aware of this fact. Touchwood!

dil dhoondhta hai...

..phir wohi fursat ke raat din!

:(

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

So long!

After spending five long but glorious years in my previous project, it was time for me to move on, and so I did. Some of my friends out there would say it was not ‘time for me to move on’, you were late by like two and a half good years! Well they can say whatever they want to, I don’t know if they were right or I was, but what I know for certain is as always moving on wasn’t easy! I would have cribbed about that place a million times, but I have appreciated that place a zillion and one times. I hated it, but I loved it more. True, I had differences sometimes, many a times, more on objects than with subjects, and it is also true that I made lots of friends there. It’s a fact that to grow in life you need more exposure and one project is not enough, and it is also true that this one project allowed me to play 8 different roles in this span of time. I know some people would have disliked me, but I also disliked some. :) I know lot of them liked me, and I too liked many. :)
Daughter of an Army Officer, moving on has been a part of life for me. So much so that I would joke sometimes that I have never entered the same room for so long ever before in my life. Five years is indeed a long time. I am moving on to meet higher aspirations, I am moving on for better prospects, for greener pastures, but I will not move on without acknowledging the fact that I loved all these five years, I don’t regret a thing, and I would cherish these memories forever.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Way back into love!

Addicted to this. Thanks Shrestha for introducing me to this song. :) Thanks Virat for introducing Shrestha to this song. :)


And the lyrics:
[Verse 1]
(Drew Barrymore)
I've been living with a shadow overhead,
I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed,
I've been lonely for so long,
Trapped in the past,
I just can't seem to move on!

(Hugh Grant)
I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away,
Just in case I ever need them again someday,
I've been setting aside time,
To clear a little space in the corners of my mind!

[Chorus]
(Both)
All I want to do is find a way back into love.
I can't make it through without a way back into love.
Oooooh.

[Verse 2]
(Drew Barrymore)
I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine,
I've been searching but i just don't see the signs,
I know that it's out there,
There's got to be something for my soul somewhere!

(Hugh Grant)
I've been looking for someone to shed some light,
Not somebody just to get me through the night,
I could use some direction,
And I'm open to your suggestions.

[Chorus]
(Both)
All I want to do is find a way back into love.
I can't make it through without a way back into love.
And if I open my heart again,
I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end!

[Middle-eight]
(Drew Barrymore)
There are moments when I don't know if it's real
Or if anybody feels the way I feel
I need inspiration
Not just another negotiation

[Chorus]
(Both)
All I want to do is find a way back into love,
I can't make it through without a way back into love,
And if I open my heart to you,
I'm hoping you'll show me what to do,
And if you help me to start again,
You know that I'll be there for you in the end!

Saturday, August 16, 2008

kyun?

ret par chalte the pehle, do khush jode kadmon ke
ek thak kar tham gaya aur doosra badhta hi chala

jodte donon ko ab bhi, hain kadam ke kuchh nishan
gham to hai donon ke mann mein, joda yeh kyun bikhra hi kyun
aur ab jo yeh ho hi gaya to kyun leher aati nahi..


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bheed mein rone ki khwahish - poochhenge log sau sau sawaal
raat bhar takiye ko seencha, sookha gala aur aankein hain laal
sunte the hum ki din naya, laata ummeedein saahas naya
aur jab samjhaya khud ko to kyun seher aati nahi..


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na khat likha na koi baat hi ki, par yaad to aati rahi
har dopahar veeran sadak par, woh nazar jaati rahi
roz daakiya dar pe aaya, roz khat padh aankhein thi nam
chaha nashe mein khud ko bhulana, kyun bekhudi chhaati nahi..

Monday, August 11, 2008

Gold

I was talking to my parents this morning when I got this news. India bagged a ‘Gold’ in the Olympics! Yeyyyy! I mean yeyyyyyyyy!! I am sure there are thousands of Indian cynics out there who are not so excited about this and may just brush this off by a mean – Why are we going gaga over one Olympic medal? The nations that really win easily win over a cent. And we celebrate one! And I say a “Shut up!” to all of them. It is not often that you hear India bagging a medal and that too a Gold in Olympics. How often do you see the tricolor being hoisted and Jan-gan-man being played at such international events? Lets celebrate an achievement and not undermine it. Lets take pride in this one medal and hope, pray, and strive for more. Jai Hind!

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Woh bhooli daastaan..!

This incident happened some ten years back. I was in twelfth grade. Ours was a small colony where everybody knew everybody. There were only eight families actually so knowing everybody wasn’t such a big deal. It was a Separated Family Accomodation (SFA) which meant all the Dads were away serving some field stations or non-family stations and families were left behind.

During summer vacations it was the most enjoyable time when all our mothers used to assemble at one place and all the kids at some other. And the two gatherings would keep busy till late in the evening. But after the vacations got over most of the kids got busy with studies, tuitions, but mothers’ routine didn’t change much. They still had their share of evening walks and post walk snacks and nimbu-paani break. While all the moms enjoyed being there, moms with small kids at home found it difficult to be there for long. So on one hand they wanted to be gossiping with the group, they also had small kids, waiting to paint the walls or do some damage at home, to take care of. So they usually went back early (earlier than the others) with heavy hearts. One such mom one day came to my house and sat to chat with my mom. All other moms followed. They were having a gala time when this mom realized the kids were let loose for long. She not wanting to go was stuck with no alternative. That’s when my mom like an angel, for her, intervened to show her a divine path. She suggested that this mom should go back and get her kids also to our house. They will sit and study with didi in the dining room. (This didi in question was me). I heard my mom say this and I couldn’t believe she said this. I mean just because you all are having a good time, am I expected to baby sit!! Well, this mom was back in less than 3 minutes with her two small boys. The elder was in first grade and the younger in upper kindergarten. They were asked to join me in dining room where they came running, all too pleased to study (!) with me (!!). Well!!

As soon as they stepped in started a series of questions ranging from what is a goblet to why did we have a certain poster in our dining room (that looked vulgar to their sensibilities), to why our ‘TV’ in dining room was called an OTG, and so forth? I was in no mood to allow any further quizzing, so I decided to quiz them. Clever.. he he he! So I told them I would be giving them ten jumbled words. All will be names of some animals and the person who gets most answers correct is the winner. I asked them to have patience for five minutes to allow me to set the question paper, and then make a copy of it so that both get their own copy. They showed patience and the paper was ready. I thought my genius worked. Now I could be at peace for half an hour at least after which I will give them another set. Before I could finish reading one page of the book I was reading (I was studying.. I also studied..ok..) the elder one submitted the paper, and within ten seconds of him, the younger one also submitted. I checked and I found both of them got all correct. All my TIGER, LION, DEER, BEAR, ELEPHANT and the likes were in place. Very good I said and before I could say something more, I was requested for one more paper. I prepared one more, and this time I also had GIRAFFE and ALLIGATOR and JAGUAR and the likes in it. But this time also they didn’t take anything more than 5 minutes. Ok so my game wasn’t going very well! But guess who comes for my rescue. They ofcourse! They volunteered to set a paper for me this time. I was only too happy to allow them to do it, knowing jumbling the words alone would take ten minutes. But in less than 5 minutes yet again, my question paper was ready. They didn’t look too pleased with themselves and the reason was they couldn’t think beyond 8 words. And hence I just had 8 questions on my paper. I, like a true senior, pepped them with some kind words and appreciated the eight they could put together. And then I began solving the paper.

I had no idea what the first word was. I moved to word number two after spending 30 seconds on the first word. They looked pleased with my inability to crack their puzzle. But well, the second word was easy, just that they had misspelled it. It was a scrambled ‘hairpin’. They had given me an ‘a’ in place of an ‘i’. And I suspected more errors of this sort across the paper. But the younger one shrieked, “no didi, this is not the right answer..uffo..”. and I looked at them with a ‘well I understand’ look. But no, this didn’t make them happy. So the elder one decided to speak, “didi I will give you a hint, all these are different types of fishes”. Different types of fishes!! Fishes!! Are you serious?? They were serious ofcourse! They had collected these names from the numerous shows on Discovery channel which happened to be their favourite channel. I was clueless as to what to do next. I looked for a SHARK or a WHALE, or may be a BLUE WHALE. Tried a DOLPHIN, a GOLDFISH and this was all I had in my vocabulary. I could not answer even one correctly. My ‘hairpin’ turned out to be ‘PIRANHA’ (I know I know there is a movie by this name, but I heard about that movie much later). So kids came out with flying colours and didi in twelfth scored a 0 on 8.

I hated them so much that moment and their laughter sounded so much like a demon’s in Alif Laila! They sat there for at least an hour more engrossed in their own studies. And I was engrossed in mine, just that nothing was penetrating through my mind any more. Too much television everywhere..hunh!

Friday, July 11, 2008

Aap karte kya hain?

Life was much simpler in earlier times when there were some limited professions to choose from. Or at least people near me were familiar with limited few which were perhaps most popular and common. Earlier when the family sat together and we were asked what we wanted to grow up as, answers were very simple. Bhaiya was always ready to settle for an Army life, and I too was quite keen on a career in air force. My daadi (grand mother) used to put words in my mouth with her suggestions which were
- a Probationary Officer in a reliable bank like the State Bank of India
- a news reader
- an IPS officer. She never though said you should become an IPS officer some day, she always said you should become Kiran Bedi some day.
And today, when I have landed in the Software Engineering discipline, my folks know I am doing something related to computers, but they have no idea what it is like. My parents asked me the other day - if someone asks me what you do, what should I tell them! I said just tell them I am a software engineer.
The next question was – and what is your designation? I am a Project Lead.
Next – what does this mean? I did not know what to tell them completely knowing my parents are away from technology. I tried explaining the best I could, but the looks on their faces convinced me it didn’t help!
My eldest Jijaji once picked me up from a gathering and asked me to follow him to his computer. I was sure he was facing a problem with some application and he needed a hand there. When I went there to find the problem, he pointed me to his system and told me the speaker was working till evening, and suddenly it stopped working. I checked for some lose connections but everything was fine, but next moment I understood he was looking for some concrete answer, like this particular driver is not working or something like that. And when I told him I didn’t quite understand he gave a look which kind of meant – I don’t think you are doing too well at your job!
My grandmother who has given up in her endeavors to understand the nature of my job now has just one question on the profession front – paisa badhaya unho ne ya nahi?
So now that I too have understood there is no use explaining what is the nature of my work, I tell them I am a glorified factory worker putting blocks together, and helping others too put their blocks together in order to some day erect a big beautiful building that would delight its owners someday.
I truly believe this is exactly what I do!

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Lost!

There was a chill in the air. Had it rained outside? He peeped out of the window and saw a pool of water, reflecting the yellow glow of the street light, still being shelled by tiny drops of rain. He looked at his watch. It said 21:44. Tired of browsing the channels he settled for NDTV. It was rerunning the same news he saw an hour back already. Anyway, there was nothing else to do so he didn’t take any action on the TV. He looked at his phone for traces of some message or phone call that he missed! There was none! Everyday after coming back from office, he got to hear himself only after going there again the next morning.
He remembered the crowd that he was walking with at the beginning of his journey, and the ‘gangs’ he too was part of. He also remembers the gangs thinning down when some friends opting for better opportunities, better career, moved away. But this day there is no one. All the gangs seemed to have disappeared. The ads on the TV were getting too loud, he switched the TV off. And the room was enveloped into complete silence. After a while this silence also gets unnerving and after days together of following exactly the same routine minus the rain, he was still not used to it.
He looked back at his life and started remembering all his friends. And then amidst all these good memories, there was a disturbing commonality. He remembered all his friends, one after the other, and the last few times they met, or spoke over the phone. He realized this clashed with the period when he was neck deep into work and hence could not talk to them at length, could not join them for lunches, and dinners, and coffees, and movies. He remembers telling most of them he will call them sometime, but that never happened. He remember some of his friends still calling numerous times when he was ‘busy’, and it sounded like disturbance. Though he never shot back at them! And as he remembered this he also remembered that if you answer the phone with a smile, it travels across. Does the annoyance also travel across? He felt uncomfortable.
And then he finally realized that the damage was done! May be this was what God had planned for him. So may be this was not entirely his fault, may be God wanted it to be this way! Well being alone also had its share of advantages. He started counting the advantages.
1. You can read all the books in the world without being disturbed.
2. You can go to all the pubs and enjoy from the corner, looking at people and sipping your drink. (But would this sound better if he had some company too in there?)
3. ..errrr..!
He could not count further. He felt he needed to cheer up and so he started humming a song that he thought summed his condition so well – ‘Akele hain, toh kya gham hai, chaahein to hamare bas mein kya nahi... bas ik zara saath ho.. (ouch!)’
He started feeling stuffy inside the room. He stepped out. It was still raining. He decided to take a stroll in the rain. He was away for 20 minutes and when he was completely soaked, he came back. He thought he felt refreshed and good too, finally! He sat in the verandah outside, wanting to see the rain some more. Wanting to see the rain some more at close to 12 at night? What was there to see? What could be seen? He got immersed into thoughts again. The next time when he looked at his watch he realized it was quarter past one. There was no one to tell him he needed to get out of his wet clothes. He lazily got up, feeling a small cramp building up his legs, and got inside. He found himself still humming a song. But this time it was ‘..tanhayee tanhayee meelon tak phaili hui tanhayee..

Monday, June 9, 2008

...


"liye sapne nigahon mein chali hoon teri raahon mein zindagi aa rahi hoon main.."
:)

Sunday, June 1, 2008

The Great Expectations

Experience, from stone ages, has been the biggest teacher. You have read or heard this umpteen times in your life but you don’t know until you learn from your own experiences. After coming to Bangalore there was some more learning in life, some theoretical some practical. One of the theoretical learning was – “you must not expect anything from anyone. This leads to misery and nothing else”. And I must have used this line like a hundred times to preach others. But recently I came to realize that you become a saint if you stop expecting from people, especially who you are close to. How can you not expect!! What kind of bond would that be where people don’t expect from each other. At work it is quite straight forward, something is expected out of you all the time. Great if you please and please some more, good if you manage to meet the expectations, and your next year is sure going to be dreadful if you did not meet the expectations that the organization has from you. So at work it is quite mechanical and defined. But when it comes to relationships, you can not be so mechanical. As long as expectations are met, things are in control. But as soon as a person starts falling short of your expectations there starts a string of differences, bawling, sobbing, yelling, howling and threatening. The “expector” feels betrayed or neglected and the “expectee” feels pressurized and smothered. Does no good to any one here!
So its time now become wiser and work towards achieving sainthood. Life will be a lot better if I manage to go half way through.
I suggest the same to you, but I know you will not learn this lesson from my experience, nobody really learns such lessons from anybody else’s experiences.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Tagged!

I didn't know what "tagged" really meant until now. I was tagged by Amit and I sent him the response in a mail only to later find it is supposed to go into my blog. So here it is:

1. Last movie you saw in a theater?
Shaurya. Found it good. Inspired by ‘A few good Men’.

2. What book are you reading?
The Book of Laughter and Forgetting, by Milan Kundera

3. Favorite board game?

Chess

4. Favorite magazine?

Filmfare :)

5. Favorite smells?
Cool Waters

6. Favorite sounds?
Pitter-patter – I love rains

7. Worst feeling in the world?
Feeling of loneliness.

8. What is the first thing you think of when you wake up?
Will my maid servant come today?

9. Favorite fast food place?
McDonalds.. mm I’m lovin it!

10. Future child’s name?
..ab abhi se socha to purana ho jaayega

11. Finish this statement. “If I had lot of money I’d….?”

..spend a lot. Make world a better place for a lot of people.

12. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?

If you consider pillow a stuffed animal :)

13. Storms - cool or scary?
Super cool!

14. Favorite drink?
Cappuccino with Irish shot.

15. Finish this statement, “If I had the time I would….”?
.. travel a lot. See a lot of new places.


16. Do you eat the stems on broccoli?
Nope.

17. If you could dye your hair any color, what would be your choice?
hmm.. honey brown may be.

18. Name all the different cities/towns you’ve lived in?
Bareilly, Gurdaspur, Udhampur, Kanpur, Ranchi, Kolkata, Mathura, Hyderabad, Bangalore, Cedar Rapids, Scarborough.

19. Favorite sports to watch?
Cricket and Tennis.

20. One nice thing about the person who sent this to you?
The best thing about the person who sent this to me is his genuineness and ability to bring smile to faces.

21. What’s under your bed?
Bags, Suitcases, shoes, and a water bottle without water :)

22. Would you like to be born as yourself again?
I think so.

23. Morning person, or night owl?
Night owl!

24. Over easy, or sunny side up?
Sunny side up.

25. Favorite place to relax?
Home sweet home!

26. Favorite pie?
Apple Pie!

27. Favorite ice cream flavor?
Figs

28. Of all the people you tagged this to, who’s most likely to respond first?

Iya

I hereby tag Vini bhaiya, Iya, Kapil, Ashwathy and Vineha. :)



Thursday, May 1, 2008

He is back!

His alma-maters include prestigious names like IIT Delhi and IIM A.

After spending 11 years in Hong Kong he is back to India. He works with an Investment Bank in Mumbai.

He is one of the best and the wackiest storytellers I have come across.

He boasts of 100% success with the two books he has written so far. Both went on to become the Numero Uno in popularity charts. He is the biggest selling English author in India’s history.
You guessed it right, he is Chetan Bhagat! And he is back!!


Chetan Bhagat is back with his third book – “The 3 mistakes of my life”. This book hits the store countrywide on the 08th of May. Don't forget to grab your copy when it arrives!

All the best Chetan, wish you success with this book too!

Visit this link to know more: http://www.chetanbhagat.com/index.html

I dont use this space for any sort of promotion or endorsements, but some people deserve being talked about everywhere. Chetan Bhagat is one of them.

Saturday, April 19, 2008

My Daddy Strongest!


I had just turned six when we moved to Udhampur from Gurdaspur. This meant lot of new things - a new place, new house, new friends and a new school. Thus far in life, the only way I knew to commute to my schools (the previous two) was on the bicycle with our batman bhaiya (I still wonder why sahayak’s in Army are called batman!). But this school was a little far and hence I was supposed to commute in the school bus. Papa dropped me on the first day. He introduced me to the Principal, my class teacher, showed where my class was, and also the bus area. Now this school had two gates, one in the front and one at the back. We had come from the front gate, but the buses stood at the back gate. Papa told me to go to the bus area outside the back gate when the school gets over and get into the bus number 36. I am sure I was too excited about being at the new school, finding new friends and I would have ‘pretended’ to have understood all the instructions. He left soon after for his office. In the afternoon after the school got over, students marched in two different directions, some towards the front gate for the civil bus and some at the back gate for the army school buses. I was kind of sure where I had to go. I wanted to go to the gate where I came from. This is how it worked in the last two schools. I was not even interested in knowing where the other line of students was marching to. So I came out of the first gate and started looking for bus 36. This proves I tried to follow Papa’s instructions, just that I didn’t catch all of them. Bus 36 was not to be seen anywhere. Let alone 36 there was no ‘shaktimaan’ (a big green army bus.. looks like a truck though) bus here at all. I started running here and there to see if I could spot my bus before it was too late. But to no avail. The civil buses and private vehicles started moving out of the parking place. My heart started racing, my eyes welled up and felt completely lost at this new place. This school was far, this place was new, I didn’t know how to go home. Tears were rolling down and soon I was crying at the top of my voice. Because of the high volume, I managed to draw attention of a couple of teachers and some students who were waiting for there bus to come. This was the last bus which usually came very late. One of the teachers approached me and asked me what the matter was and which bus was I supposed to get into. As soon as she heard I had to board bus 36, she said I had to go to the back gate and the buses would have left. I was feeling completely lost, literally. In that state of chaos, through the blurred vision caused by tears in my eyes, I saw a one-ton (it is a kind of army vehicle) turning towards the parking and I saw Papa sitting inside. In no words can I explain the relief I felt when I saw Papa’s face. It was like getting my life back inside me. I ran to him, clung on his legs and cried like hell. He didn’t say much, just kept coaxing me till we reached home.
Papa still has the same way of appearing from nowhere, has the same effect of bringing me to peace when the scene around is most chaotic. I know he can handle and he will handle everything. My Papa is the best Papa in this world!

Friday, April 11, 2008

Lady in Red

We were thinking of anagrams today and lo which anagram tops the list of my favorites: Anil Reddy – Lady in Red. Once again we broke into convulsions of laughter. And incidentally today itself while looking for an old mail, I came across this masterpiece from Amit.
Addy, your name sure is versatile :)

today?..tomorrow?...ever?

When can you call yourself successful? Is there a destination or is it an eternal journey. Can you someday get up and announce now I am successful? Ok may be not announce but feel so. Do you think you are successful?

Why?

Why not?

Friday, April 4, 2008

Congratulations!


WASE 2002 completes 5 glorious years!

Rain rain don't go away!


Popping migraine tablets and working late hours has been the story yet again for past couple of months. No, things are still not much better. Every night I still sleep with the famous line “life is calling where are you?”. Though thankfully I didn’t get into one of those frustrated phases. I was enjoying till a few days back. But in the last few days, I started feeling the fatigue. And it was at the zenith of its capacity on the Wednesday gone by. I needed a break so badly. I wanted to just switch my phone off for a few days and switch myself off along as well. I dragged myself out of the office and went to the basement to ride back home. I often come back home with Kapil on his dashing CBZ! :) There was a chill in the air. Shrestha had warned me about the rain but there was no trace of rain when we came out and hence there were no two thoughts about the mode of transportation. Now after we reached half way which is almost in the middle of no where, it started pouring. I could smell the rain washing the dry parched land all around us. And the showers were quite heavy. But in place of getting uncomfortable about this sudden situation, I had already started enjoying it and wanted to enjoy it a lot more. We were right in front of the M2 office and Kapil asked if we should be stopping there. I didn’t want to but I didn’t want to say that upfront as Kapil might not have been keen on getting soaked. After all he was the one who had to ride in that downpour, and that too with his power glasses. But he also decided that there was no point in stopping after getting soaked already. And then we continued. I loved the ride till home. I hummed all the nice rain songs I could think of all along. It proved to be such a stress buster too. I went home and had a sound sleep which is not a regular phenomenon of late. And the mood is back on track :)

Sunday, February 24, 2008

What's wrong with them?????

Some people can go on cursing their destiny. With such people you can choose to get into one of these modes:

  1. Console – say every dark cloud has a silver lining. Believe me it never helps.
  2. Sympathize – tell them you understand. They will shoot back saying no one can understand until put through the same situation.
  3. The hybrid, sympathize and console - say every dark cloud has a silver lining. Tell them you understand. Believe me it never helps. They will shoot back saying no one can understand until put through the same situation.
  4. Listen and keep quiet – Say hmm..hmm..hmm.. and mind your own business. Do this and they will pick up all dark clouds of your life and show there is absolutely no silver lining in your dark clouds. All such people will get together and conspire and prove to you that your glass is not half but three-fourth empty and that there is a hole at the bottom of your glass. Whatever you do it will never fill up.

Try to avoid the fourth option. This can ruin your life.

Friday, February 15, 2008

Its all coming back to me now..!

I felt nostalgic. I was on the terrace. I could look down to the world, the old one and the new one too. This new world came up in front of my eyes. I have followed its progress right from its initiation days. I went to the far end of the terrace, and sat on the bar. This was the place from where I used to keep an eye on people in amphitheatre. They could not imagine someone watching them from the terrace and often were perplexed as to how I exactly knew what they were doing. I use to amuse myself a lot this way.
It was often some unprecedented incident that brought me here, sometimes alone, sometimes with friends. I remembered coming to terrace with some friends at office. We danced in the rain and got soaked. We had lots of work unfinished, there was no way we could go home this early. It was just 3 in the afternoon. None of us had a change of clothes. But we lived the moment and jumped in the water, splashed it, danced, sang, had fun. And when we came back, there were some bewildered eyes, and some crazy uproar, lot of noise, thousand and one questions, also questioned was our sanity, but all in good humor. We enjoyed.
And then there was this major showdown with my manager. It left me shaking with anger. I could have lost my temper so badly inside the workplace, and that was the last thing required on earth. I raced towards the terrace again and stood there for a long time. I cried, with ease, nobody could have spotted me there. I regained composure and came back a little better.
And there were tea sessions with friends. The elevation made us feel on the top of the world. It was a beautiful view from there. And the terrace gave us enough space to run and talk, play around, click pretty pictures of the very picturesque site down, took crazy pictures of ourselves fooling around on the terrace, listened to Radio City, unwound.
Standing there sometimes, looking down into the bus bay, observing the mayhem before the buses left, and the silence after they were gone, and humming to myself – “kaarwaan guzar gaya, gubaar dekhte rahe..” for some unknown reason.
Months passed away without going there even once. And when I went there today, I relived my stint in this organization, all the happy times, and all the sad times, that made memories. I felt bad.. I felt good.. I felt nostalgic.

Guess who is back!

I missed this place terribly. All these days this site was blocked in the office :( But not any longer :)