Friday, June 12, 2009
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
And then there is a small church, which looks more like an abandoned place. Its only once that i saw an old lady in her frock lighting the candles before Mother Mary. Sometimes I take a few moments and sit in front of the picture and enjoy the peaceful atmosphere, which I miss the rest of the day.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
"You want something, I want something else,
Yet it always happens what I want,
Instead you start doing what I want,
Then things will happen the way you want!"
This is just so true...i agree to the fact that whatever you pray from the bottom of your heart, god certainly gives you that but it is always with a twist in the wish...remember the story of the king with a Midas touch???
There was once a king named Midas who did a good deed for a Satyr and was granted a wish by the God of wine, Dionysus. For his wish, Midas asked that whatever he touched would turn to gold. Although Dionysus tried to dissuade him, Midas insisted that the wish was an excellent one, and it was granted!
Excitedly, Midas went about touching all sorts of things, turning them into gold.
Soon Midas became hungry. He picked up a piece of food, but he couldn't eat it, for it had turned to gold in his hand! "I'll starve," moaned Midas, "Perhaps this was not such a good wish after all!"
Midas' beloved daughter, seeing his dismay, threw her arms about him to comfort him, and, she too turned to gold! "The golden touch is no blessing," cried Midas. He went to the river and wept. The sand of that river turned as yellow as "fool's gold" for it is there, they say, that King Midas washed away the curse of the golden touch with his own tears.
Now compare your lives with this story...remember atleast one thing that you have desperately wanted. When you achieved that, did you get it exactly as you had wished for?
God just smiles and says "You are not gonna get what you want my child. You cant be a demanding and a cribbing child with me. I will set you right if you be like that. "
So finally we give up and say "God, you be my guide, you be my mentor, you be my master; I will do all that you want me to do."
And once you start doing that, God says "You are my obedient child. I am happy with you. I can read whats in your heart and you will get all that."
Monday, March 16, 2009
“Papa I want to be a gardener”
“Papa, do you think I can break Sachin’s record?”
And plus the decision making pressure that comes with the system.
“Beta agar science mein jana hai to 10th std. mein ache marks lane padenge.”
After 10th results, it is a major decision to choose between science, commerce and arts. But that option is available only if you have scored well in 10th. If you are an average student, then you only have commerce or arts option left with you. If you are a below average student, then arts is the only option left.
Your confusion worsens when any Tom, Dick and Harry is there to come and advice you. Even a regular kitty going aunty visiting your place will advice you,
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Obviously unless you don’t come out of the illusion, it’s always love, but once you are out, you name it as crush. (aur koi chara bhi to nahi hai apni bewakufi chhupane ka!)Now when I refer to that diary, I find it so stupid to mention each and every silly feeling in it. But I have hidden those diaries in such a place so that no one else can read my stupidity at least.
Again as I got busier with life and as things got more hectic and as life got more serious in its shade, I hardly felt the need of taking out time to write anything in my diary. I started feeling it was a waste of time and in fact with the extensive use of computers, I doubted if I still remember how to write with the traditional pen and paper.
A few years back when I was working as a teacher, I came across instances with children which I felt worth mentioning in my diary, but I never did that. And now when I try to recall those instances, I can’t. Wish I would have captured them then in my diary(this is also because I have a weak memory).
Even today, when I have been working in office, we come across a lot of funny people (especially with very interesting English. Each time I get a mail, I burst into laughter, no offense intended). But again these instances will be lost from my memory as time will pass by.
However, I firmly believe that maintaining a personal diary is a must, it’s always good to have a flash back in life at times. It is a good scale to measure of how your thoughts have evolved through these years.
Just imagine if in GHAJINI, Amir didn’t write his diary? Jiah khan would have never been able to help him out! And Aamir could never have taken his revenge, in fact Ghajini would have killed Aamir instead. So you see the importance of diary? Hehe…
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
With the rise of expectations, rises problem. And as it is said rightly -
“Happiness is not an absence of problems, but it is the feeling you get when you give in your best to come out of the problem.”
With problems come worries. However, the worries only create a panic which again leads to a whole lot of new problems. So instead, bring humor to your life. Any situation can be handled with ease if you know how to deal it with a mix of humor.
Nothing is too serious in life to take away your faith in God or has the right to take away the happiness from your life. You are born to be happy. God has sent you on earth to enjoy life and prove your worth so that when you get back to Him, you can proudly say
"Without faith, love and a good sense of humor, you dont get through much in this life."
Monday, February 23, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Some times I think, its mundane to always follow the rules inspite of knowing that the other person is already aware of whats up your mind actually.
A few mundane activities like, every time you write a mail, it starts with -
" Dear Sir (as if the person has been declared officially SIR by the Queen of England),"
"This is in regards/ reference to our conversation/ telecon/ previous mail...." (why do we always assume that the other person has a bad memory that you need to remind him/her of all the previous conversations, though that last conversation may be just a few minutes ago?)
There are a lot other examples. Also, being a part of HR, while recruiting people we say a few things which actually have a hidden meaning to it...here are a few. Hope they help you next time you join a company :)
Beware of these words -
"Competitive Salary" (We remain competitive by paying you less than our competition)
"Join our fast-paced company" (We have no time to train you)
“Casual work atmosphere" (We don't pay enough to expect that you will be able to formally dress up)
"Some overtime required" (you need to write letters to be connected with your family)
"Duties will vary" (Anyone in the office can boss you around)
"Must have an eye for detail" (We can’t afford a quality assurance dept. You have to do it yourself)
"Career-minded" (Female applicants must be childless - and remain that way)
"Apply in person" (If you're old, fat or ugly you'll be told that the position has been filled)
"Seeking candidates with a wide variety of experience" (You'll need it to replace the three people who just quit)
"Requires team leadership skills" (You'll have the responsibilities of a manager, without the pay or respect)
"Good communication skills" (Management communicates, you listen, figure out what they want and do it)
RAB BACHAYE IS CORPORATE WORLD SE !!!
Saturday, January 17, 2009
and each time I saw, I got disappointed... :( thanks to vishal and rashmi to having supported my moral.... :)
so then I put up my blog on orkut updates so that others would see it too...
now this made me more anxious....even though I had a hectic schedule at office, I managed to sneek in from others and open my blog to check out if any updates....being an IT company, every site that we open, is being registered, even then i was ready to take up the risk to see who has appreciated my blog...or even that how beautiful the lady on the top of my blog is....as if I am going to get an appraisal by others commenting on it...
After two days, i realised, why am I expecting others to see my blog and appreciate it??? what is the purpose of me writing my thoughts in public....why would somebody be interested in even reading what i think???
surely i am not Amitabh Bachhan whose blog is visited by thousands of people in a day...
But may be its not only about the blog...its about life in general...
we all seek for attention and we all feel confident on getting appreciated...
I could have written all this in my personal diary too....but then whats the point if no one can ever read it???
It is true when we say -
“The greatest gift you can give others is the purity of your attention.”
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Well i dont know exactly why, but may be because everyone else is doing it??? :) ... or may be just to share a few thoughts or incidents that come up during the journey of life.
I wont define this blog, I just want to continue writing anything and everything that comes upto my mind...
Today is Uttarayan, a festival of kites, also known as Makar Sankranti. Like every other festival, Uttarayan brings in good cheer and celebrations, albeit its own unique way. Festive special food like undhiyu and jalebi, a sky full of kites, a home full of fun and the special bondage with family.
Makar Sankranti symbolises the onset of the harvest season and the end of winter(which hardly begins in ahmedabad). It also marks the entry of sun into a new zodiac sign Capricorn (Makar).
I was amused to hear the history -in India, the Kings and Nawabs who found the sport both entertaining and a way of displaying their prowess, used to employ trained fliers to fly kites for kings. What I cant understand is what pleasure would they be getting in only watching the kites fly...they should have tried flying the kites themselves...its so much fun...
Personally, I have a lot of memories connected to this festival, each Uttarayan brings me different memories of life...
As a kid, I used to go to my Mama's place, where all cousins used to gather. The preparation used to start from the previous night. All papa's alongwith the bachas used to go to shops to purchase kites, phirki, gundar patti (to stick the torn kites), toti (to protect fingers from cutting), tukkal (night lamps to fly alongwith the kites), dhaal (the big kites).....after getting all this stuff back at home, bachas were at the highest satisfaction level...then the preparation started to tie the kinnas of the kites...obviously that task was done by the papa's...while we kids were just happy to count the number of kites we had and to select the best ones for self...all the mummies used to be busy purchasing different vegetables to make undhiya....and prepared chikkis made of gud(jaggery) and til(sesame seeds).
It is considered that the reason behind preparing undhiyu is that it contains all vegetables, which is a symbol of togetherness. While reason behind preparing chikki is that til is a symbol of affection while jaggery of sweetness. Well but who cares what it symbolises??? we just relish the sweet chikkis and the delicious undhiyu made by our mummies... (which now i eat less thinking about my calories)
And then all the kids used to get up early in the morning hearing with the shoutings "kaipo chhe", "Ae lapet", meaning i have cut your kite, so roll your strings back. No alarms required on this day. The whole day was spent on terrace with no worries of studies...more than flying the kites, we enjoyed catching the cut kites...there was an unsaid competition between the kids that who would catch the maximum number of kites and also an unsaid competition between the elders...kiski patang, kise kategi?
Then when I came in college, I stopped celebrating this festival with family, I celebrated with friends...and more than kite flying, it was spending good time with friends and looking at the handsome guys and beautiful girls on the terrace....
And now when college is over, I neither celebrate it with family nor friends....everytime i hear the shoutings from the terrace, I remember those good old days, the bonding with the family, the fun with friends...
I really miss those days...