Life's Like That!!

The Year It Was...The Year It Will Be...

2011-01-12T05:35:00.000-08:00

My friend sent me a text message last week asking me to list my favourite moment, my sad moment, my happiest moment etc of the year 2010. It then dawned on me that countdown for the New Year has begun. I have been waiting for the clock to tick to twelve.

I quickly spiraled down the memory lane to ponder over the year that went by. There were moments that gave me extreme joy. However, there were times when I regret the oysters I threw away from my life when I forgot to see the pearls inside them.

The beginning was scary, life had taken a tumultuous turn and I am still on the recovery path; matters have improved a lot though. The year was a roller coaster ride.

Now, I have began to look at the previous year not only from my perspective and the effects it had had one me but also taking under purview the people who matter to me. For some of my friends their life changed drastically when stork visited them delivering to them the new meaning of life. To a few, life taught painful lessons at the cost of their beloved ones.

Changes were influencing not only personal lives but professional lives as well. The tidal wave of recession made situations worrisome, every step needed a cautious attention, and career roadmap needed a meticulous approach.

Now again the clock is ticking fast. Everyone is preparing for the New Year, to welcome it in their own way. While the younger generation is busy planning to make their evening a happening experience, our parents and grandparents will be seen in front of the TV sets either watching the programs or volleying between channels where lot of astrologers will give away detailed horoscope of the year to come. This happens every year.

However, apart from changing the date in the calendar I wonder what is so new about this New Year. I have no idea how it will be. But just like all you wonderful people, I too will be preparing a list full of hopes, dreams, some resolutions (which will be forgotten come February), new desires, excuses to do more shopping, some expectations, new movies. Apart from all these, I plan to come up with a new list. Something I never did previous year, something I plan to do now every year. I will have that list hung somewhere in my room where I can glance through it every time I pass by it. The list will indeed be very special to me – “The Gratitude List”.

“Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow”, words of a elderly wise person.

So, in between those happening parties, lavish dinners, exchanging texts, calls, shopping, celebrations, steal sometime of solitude. A time that is only yours and only for you. Sit back and relax. Express your thankfulness to everyone who made you smile, who made you feel stronger, who inspired you. Reflect upon those moments of adversity and pain when life taught you some lessons without which you wouldn't be what you are today.

Like Eileen Caddy writes, “Gratitude helps you to grow and expand; gratitude brings joy and laughter into your life and into the lives of all those around you.” Gratitude helps you to express from the heart and invite the best in the future. So forget those moments that broke you and let us say our heartfelt gratitude to life and welcome a new beginning, a new you and me.

When I Feel Frustrated!

2010-10-01T03:28:00.000-07:00

So what do you do when things go out of control and you feel like pulling your hair or feel like just screaming at someone or swearing at them, using all the cuss words in the dictionary, invent some if required...? Now, what are those things or situations that frustrate me or i find extremely vexing? hmmm...let me see if I can list them here...

When I yell at someone and later realize what i have done which frustrates me totally.

When people play dirty politics and who keep reminding me it is the survival of the fittest theory.

Then i know what to do..I bury myself reading Harry Potter or Fountainhead. Ok! now don't raise that eye brow. I know what you are thinking. H A R RY P O T T E R!!!!???. yes you read it right. There is something about that series minus those flying on brooms or the magic there is something much more hidden beneath that fantasy. You may laught it off and say, "Annie, grow up!" but not if you have read the series yourself. There are somethings I have learnt from that story. Whenever I feel those symptoms of negativity and depressing feelings i just remember these lines: There is difference between what is Easy and what is Right. We always have choices in front of us and we are what we choose. Think about it. Makes a lot of sense. isn't it? I use these lines as tools that i use during those tough times. I recall these lines whenever I feel that flame inside me dull and dim and when i feel frustrated or dejected about things. These lines are magical. At least for me.

My Day Job v/s My Passion

2010-10-01T01:38:00.000-07:00

Do what you love and love what you do. If this is the mantra for a successful plus happy living, then i was more than happy when I chose writing as a profession. There was gleam of happiness and sparkle in my eyes and thirst for more. When your passion becomes your way of life, then work becomes like play. You look forward to go your desk every morning and no office blues. But today my passion is lost somewhere beneath office files, paper work, deadlines, quarterly goals, appraisals, evaluations and to beat them all office politics!!. There is absolutely no energy. I really appreciate some of my friends who have despite whatever adversities have still kept that spark burning. One of my friend was telling me the other day its more important to atleast write about something in a day to keep that writer inside me alive. There was a time when my creativity and my writing was at its best. I felt connected with myself. The idea blub burning bright all the time and enthusiasm at its peak. But somehow my work life has deteriorated my creativity. It is amazing the way people influence your life. Time to wake up baby and catch up with myself and discover the new me.....and recharge those batteries.

2010-09-03T23:58:00.000-07:00

Know Your Grammar

2010-09-03T23:34:00.000-07:00

You are invited to visit Know Your Grammar. A blog that tells you all about basics of Grammar, Rules, Principles for amateur writers...collated from some of the best Grammar Books!!.

Back on Track

2010-08-21T22:17:00.000-07:00

Just few months back there was so much chaos, confusion deep within. I was sick both mentally and physically. There was no enthusiasm, no spirit to enjoy life. And the reason for this. Residues of past and negative thinking. But I am glad things are gaining momentum. Now when i ponder about how i was just four months back, it gives me chill down the spine. But now is the time to change things. Yes, i want the change, i want to move on. I want to leave behind all those things which of no good to me anymore. A new start a new beginning. There are few things i want to change about myself. Infact there are lot.

For starters:

Exercise regularly
Follow a strict diet
Cut down on my expenses
Be more organised
Let go off those negative thoughts
Stop worrying about others and what they are up to
Write an article for the week
A teaspoon of poetry
Join for some instrumental classes (keyboard or Guitar??)
Meditation ( a must, a must, a must)
Drink more glasses of water
Update my Journal
Keep track of my expenses everyday
Not to miss those evening prayer
Do some weekend cooking

Time to take that BIG step...time for change....

What music says about you?

2009-10-04T02:40:00.000-07:00

Came across this interesting article in this month's edition of Reader's Digest.

There has always been plenty of ancedotal evidence when it comes to a link between music taste and personality, and now comes the scientific proof. A massive study of more than 36,000 from people around the world, conducted by Professor Adrian North of Heriot-Watt University in Scotland has determined which of six character traits apply to lovers of each genre.

Sound Tastes Define Personality Types-

BLUES - High self-esteem, creative, outgoing and at ease.
ROCK/HEAVY METAL - Low self-esteem, creative, not hardworking, not outgoing, gentle, at ease.
RAP - High self-esteem, outgoing.
OPERA - High self- esteem, creative, gentle.
COUNTRY AND WESTERN - Hardworking, outgoing.
SOUL - High self-esteem, creative, outgoing, gentle, at ease.
REGGAE - High self-esteem, creative, not hardworking, outgoing, gentle, at ease.
DANCE - Creative, outgoing, not gentle.
INDIE - Low self-esteem, creative, not hardworking, not gentle.
BOLLYWOOD - creative, outgoing.
JAZZ - High self-esteem, creative, outgoing and at ease.
CLASSICAL MUSIC - High self-esteem, creative, introvert and at ease.
CHART POP - high self-esteem, not creative, hardworking, not at ease.

so, tell me what is your fav?

My Gratitude List

2009-09-21T01:26:00.000-07:00

Thank you for bringing me into this beautiful world.

Thank you for giving me the best parents.

Thank you for my Sister - Mammu. She is the best thing that could ever happen to me.

Thank you for this beautiful place I call My Home.

Thank you for the education.

Thank you for being there for me when I needed.

Thank you for guiding me when I was in doubt.

Thank you Amma and Dad for not giving it up on me when I failed to achieve something.

Thank you for those lovely friends.

Thank you for this secured place away from violence.

Thank you for this good health.

Thank you for this soft, supple and beautiful skin.

Thank you for all the love.

Thank you for those adversities and also the strength without which I would never have been this wise.

Thank you for the intelligence, sensibility and maturity to understand.

Thank you for making me reliable, honest and trust worthy.

Thank you for bestowing me with creativity. I feel so special and unique.

Thank you for those beautiful eyes with which I can admire, appreciate, love this beautiful world.

Thank you for giving me this beautiful voice.

Thank you for all the opportuinities that knocked my door. Please keep them coming.

Thank you for the beautiful hear and mind.

Thank you for those feelings and an opportunity to express them.

Thank you for giving me a wonderful Jiju (Bro-inlaw). He is the best.

Thank you for bringing Satvik into our lives. I love him very much.

Thank you for my job.

Thank you for bringing those wrong people, without whom I could never appreciate and realise, recognize, admire and preserve those wonderful ones who care for me.

Thank you for the confidence.

Thank you for my poetic sense.

Thank you for all those second looks I got. :)

Thank you for giving me another day to love, to live, to express, to appreciate.

Thank you for the respect and pride.

Thank you for making me a Woman.

Thank you for the feminity.

Thank you for making me different from others.

Thank you for making me, ME.

The list continues....

Mere Toh Giridhar Gopal Doosara Na Koi

2009-09-16T09:22:00.000-07:00

We have heard about HER, we have read about HER, she is said to be a part of HIM, she lived for HIM, we bring her in our prayers, she is inseparable from HIM, she is t heepitome of devotion and Pure love.....there can never ever be anyone like her. She is Meera.

From the past few weeks I have become an ardent fan and viewer of The Meera on NDTV Imagine. It's not my first acquaintance with her. I know about her. I have heard Bhajans, Kirtans but never had a chance to really know the actual life story of Meera. All those who adore Lord Krishna know her.

Meera's life resonates in our hearts for many reasons. The first thing that comes to my mind when I think about Meera is "PURITY". Her devotion, her love for Giridhar Gopal is flawless, innocent, and pure. We all know about the greatest love stories ever told and written - Romeo and Juliet, Heer Ranjah, but Meera is simply so different. Maybe there is no comparison between her and any love story ever said. Even the word "love" has a different meaning.

Born to a Rajput aristocrat family, she gave up her wordly life and luxuries. Little girls play and entertain themselves with little toys, Meera was gifted with Lord Krishna's idol. She was so captivated and adored him. She plays with him, beautifies him with flowers, jewels and clothes, she feeds him, worshipped him, prepared food from her own hands. People were amused with her passionate attachment with her Giridhar Gopal. There is an incident where one of her aunt who is fed up with her conviction steals the Lord Krishna's idol and asks her servant to bury it in the garden. Meera is devastated on losing her idol. It is the time for the pooja and everyone questions her about the idol. She is helpless. It is believed that Lord Krishna himself disguises as as a servant and gives the idol back to Meera. The aunt and her servant are shocked. When they go to the place where they had buried the idol they find a beautiful peacock feather in the place of the idol. And they never find the servant who retrieves the idol to Meera. Fasinating. Probably one of the biggest sacrifice she ever made was to marry another man. But still that neither broke her faith nor distracted her. "To love and live for Him" was the central theme of her songs. "Without pure love, the darling son of Nanda cannot be attained."

Have you ever loved anyone like that? Is it possible for you and me to be like her? I have no idea, but I do believe that somewhere deep down inside us, we yearn to be like her. All those who have found true love in their lives can understand what I am trying to convey. Even if we have not got what we wanted we need to be contended that we have loved someone truly, deeply, and madly. I know I am deviating, but the essence is still about unconditional love. So, if you have ever loved someone and found your true love then you are close to God. Build that faith, trust, loyalty, devotion and unconditional love. Coz that is what bring us closer to Lord. Mere to Giridhar Gopal...doosara na koi.

Second Innings

2009-09-09T09:16:00.000-07:00

Sometime last week while volleying between different channels on my TV, I stumbled across a show Tere Mere Beech Mein (TMBM) hosted by Farah Khan. I wasn't so interested, but for some reason i stayed put to see who the guests would be. It turned out be Shahid Kapoor the handsome hunk and pretty Genelia D’souza. The show was quite normal but then, something happened. Farah was talking to them about "second chance". She talked about how both Shahid and Genelia were turned down when they first auditioned their talents and were rejected. But later they got a "second chance" and how that made a difference in their careers is history. And next what happened was the most interesting bit of the show. I missed in between coz of my usual habit of volleying between channels again. But when I returned into TMBM again, I saw a person in a wheelchair and he talked about how on some incident he was completely paralyzed and doctors dashed every hope of him getting back on life again. All he could do was blink his eyes. But today to see him wheeling himself among people and living life for a purpose is indeed a miracle. The story of his battle with destiny was splendid. Soul inspiring and very motivating. But what intrigued me most about was when they pronounced more about "second chance". Farah said something very sensible. She asked, "whether life gives us a second chance or it is we who decide to take that second chance from life?". First time ever i really did listen to Farah's words. Think again, that statement does has a lot of hidden meaning.

I harped on that topic and pondered long enough and yes, somewhere sometime i do concede upon the fact that it is we sometimes need to steal that second chance from life. Some people also call it as being "lucky". But still it is completely upon us to decide whether we want to make that second try. Maybe sometimes it is the tenth or eleventh one. But had that guy on the wheelchair surrendered himself to the doctor's credence, he wouldn’t have been alive. It was his mind and he alone who decided that he would survive and his willingness was the second chance he grabbed from life. Hmmm...... it’s not going to be that easy we all know it. All I would say is this, if there is something that you wanna do, some desire, some passion hidden deep inside you..then be focused towards it. Perseverance is the key. You may never know you may find the light the other side of the tunnel. Try again, you will find that second chance.

So, have you ever stolen the second chance?

A Journey

2009-09-09T09:12:00.000-07:00

6:30 a.m., ITPL bus, Bangalore

It’s a rain washed morning. Roads are still wet from the pitter patter droplets last night.. the birds are still warm and deep in slumber. In the place where I stay people don’t get up by sounds of birds of the cocks crowing in the morning. It is usually the alarms from clocks or from the cell phones under the pillow. you can see the paper delivery man wrapped in bundle of coats volleying between doors busy in his work. The milkman is far behind him wasting no time to admire the morning dew. I rush from my home pacing fast towards the bus stop. It’s the same set of people on the road - those early morning walkers. Pity no one has the time for a smile. I reach my bus stop and heave a sign of relief as i am early for the bus. It is again a usual set of faces which i see everyday - some IT people waiting beside me for their office cabs and buses, a bunch of kidos in their uniforms clinging from their mommies side trying to rub off that leftover sleep waiting for their school bus. And their mommies in their nighties and track pants with the usual set of advises. Finally, my bus is there always on time and i get in to grab my fav seat. its always the same seat. I have no clue why its always that. I complete my daily dose of prayer - reciting Hanuman Chalisa( if i had no time to finish it at home), and plug the ear phones of my cell phone, tune into my favorite FM station and all set for another day of surprises.

I commute for almost four hours every day and there are very few days i have really complained about how boring it gets. The scene doesn’t change. For four years now its the same lanes, same route, same distance, and same destination. But somehow the thoughts that flood my mind are never the same. it’s that time where i almost have four hours for myself. All mine. There is no one to intrude my feelings. I can dream, i can read, I can think, I can even snooze. It’s the time where i turn my favorite pages from the memory book. some memories leave a smile on my face and some make my eyes moist. some challenge my beliefs and some make me frown. Some memories bring along those people who are no longer part of my life. I wanna tell them i remembered them but i don’t wanna connect with them anymore. i wonder do they ever think about me. Then comes that question, why is life so unfair? And why it is always me? I know that life is not a bed of roses. I had read such lines many times. But there must be some boundary somewhere. .all those negative depressing thoughts flood inside me that makes me feel that life is indeed unfair. But look outside and see those street dwellers and beggars wrapped in soiled clothes shivering and yet they live. I tell myself to add few more lines to my gratitude list. It isn’t that bad after all. Is it? some mornings have been challenging fighting my credence and some mornings it acceptance. Sometimes I feed myself that no matter wot comes my way I will face things and give my best. . i see the world unwinding from the window. i pass few buses which are pretty crowded for that hour in the morning. I feel thankful that I have a two seater all for myself. Its my fav song playing in the FM and i surrender completely taking in every word, every beat as if that song has been written for me alone.. The other side of the lane is a lady busy tidying her house courtyard. further down the lane is a man folding hands in front of a temple door. Sometimes life seems like a timetable. Sometimes life seems really simple. everything so perfect and under control. all in all its always been a pleasant morning so far. some mornings you can see my head lopsided my hands wrapped around myself and snoozing.

But it is the journey in the evening that really tests your patience. the distance for some reason seems to have multiplied tenfold. either it’s the fatigue or the restlessness that my evening journeys are punctuated with a bit of reading and loads of snoozing. There are very little moments i ponder about how the day went by. Sometimes i take stock of the things i accomplished and things i am still struggling to find answers. yet another evening, another night and not even twelve hours and I am back in the bus. so, go on and tell me how is your journey....

A Perfect Woman

2009-09-09T09:06:00.001-07:00

Disclaimer: The content does not pertain to any single individual in particular. These are just my general thoughts and observations.

She is the apple of daddy's eyes, mommy is her close friend, an adorable pampered little sissy at times. A Barbie doll for all at home. She is the most beautiful girl they have ever seen. She is adamant, she is caring, she is bossy. No one ever raise a voice at her. No one dare demean her. She lives in her own cocoon. She lives life the way she wants.. She is always a priority. She is confident. She feels protected. She believes she has the control. Where she is taught never to compromise on things less worthy of her. Her fears are soothed when not sure. Probably I can add millions of many beautiful lines which a daughter experiences in her home.

But the transition she feels when she marries is very different from what she would have ever imagined. She is a wife, a mother, a daughter-in-law, a co-sister, a sister-in-law.......many caps on a single head. Amazing she plays many roles at a single time. she cooks, she manages, she bonds, she gives. Life definitely changes for a girl once she is married. First of all, she abandons her cocoon to adjust to a different environment. Share herself and her things with a stranger. She learns to adjust, she learns patience. She learns the true meaning of compromise. A girl who always demanded her space now learns to give away her privacy to her husband, who mght still be a stranger. He suddenly becomes her confidante and is expected her to share every chapter of her life lived so far. Where she has to do sweet talks to those whom she dislikes.Where responsibilities are thrown on her and she is expected to be perfect in everything. Of course, there isn’t any crash course offered to learn how to handle miscommunications, how to behave like a good girl and keep her senses shut when she has to put up with constant nagging. Sounds like a Saas-bahu saga?. Trust me, sometimes life is much more than those sagas. The scenario may not be the same for all. But at times I wonder where does she learn all these things to manage people. How would it be for a girl to make decisions when two families are in question. Whose side should she stand? One end is the family where she was born, where she is still a princess of that house, where she learnt the culture, where she learnt to be responsible, where she dreamt of a perfect husband and loving in-laws. The other end is her soul mate and his family. No, mistake does not exist at all. Its either she knows to do it, or she has not learnt anything. In her not so perfect house, she tailors her tastes and needs to suit the family. She is expected to do so. You see, that’s what women are meant to be. When she pronounces dependency she is quoted to be unaccomplished. When she displays individuality, she is tagged as arrogant and full of attitude. Sometimes, I feel every woman before getting into the wedlock must be given a complete port folio of her new house. So that she can at least tailor her dreams accordingly. Star Plus is coming up with a new show called “Star Vivaah”. The prospective grooms will introduce their parents, show you their house, their tastes and things. I was wondering will they also show the temperament of their mom? Will they show what responsibilities she has to bear? Will they give her a list the things she needs to learn from spices to needles. But again on second thoughts maybe women are just meant to give. No wonder she is looked after like a princess in her mom’s house and every mother fears her daughter’s welfare when she is married………………………….No matter how handsome, dynamic is the groom.

Am I Beautiful???

2009-09-09T09:03:00.002-07:00

I look into the mirror and ask myself , "Am i beautiful??" what is it that I have that makes him fall for me??? ". Now this is one question i am sure you have tooo??? even after those regular beauty regimes....even after your near and dear ones telling you day in and day out that you are still their adorable darling....i think they say it just coz they like me ......sometimes i stand in front of the mirror making faces, whishing i was a shade bit lighter...wishing my dentures were bit inside, cursing those pimples when i dont want them on some days.er..i know inner beauty is important and all those stuff, but honestly you looking neat and attractive outside also is important.......and that question again!.....am i beautiful......But do you know what really clears my doubt??? when I catch a stranger giving me that second look, when I see someone checking me...dont you think so??? do you also feel good when u see a handsome guy actually admiring you....and the best is if you are married and your hubby catches him ogling at you...wow1 i would love to make my guy envious!........i mean its not necessary that i need these sort of things to assure me of my looks...but still it goes a long way in making me feel good about myself....trust me, these doses are a must once in a while and can never be compensated with any facial in the world.....so next time you see a stranger giving you a second look.....blush and compliment yourself ...and keep doing those daily acts of self care....those night creams, moisturisers, glosses, and ya a peck on your cheek!!! (now dont ask me from whom??) and dont forget to smile.....Next time you see yourself in the mirror.......smile darling and say..i am beautiful......... and still if you are not convinced....ask your baby.....those hugs, tickles, and pecks will surely tell you that you are the most beautiful creature in the whole world atleast for your baby.

Hey! do you think even Aishwarya Rai has this question???? maybe!! after seeing Katrina in that Barbie doll dress......

Wow! It is Friday!!

2009-08-22T07:28:00.000-07:00

- yipee! its end of working week
-can sleep late....watch a nice movie on cable
-do some blogging
-chat with friends online
-don't have to get up early tomorrow
-can go shopping
- don't have to think about work for another two days
-can go for a movie
-no more travelling in bus for another two days
-do lot of reading
so, tell me why do you love Fridays????

Sunday Scribblings

2009-07-05T08:44:00.000-07:00

End of another lovely weekend. Well, not so lovely. It was dull, boring, uneventful. There are tons of errands i wanted to accomplish, but its still there in my To do list. So how did this weekend go?
-My visit to British Library to get that book I was looking for. Well, I didn't find it there. :(.
-I forgot the name of the author i was looking for.
-Picked up a book for Jees - something related to the exam he is taking up.
-had a row with a rick driver- the worst ever.
-Felt utterly miserable and disgusted coz i fought with that driver.
-Finally gave my dresses for stitching.
-binded my books
-some browsing
-a lil chat with Abhi and Pradu.
-feeling sunday blues.
- wish i cud bunk office tomorrow.
-preparing for a pooja at sis place tomorrow.
-started reading Sai Satcharitha again. - vow to complete this by next saturday.
-Did i mention i picked up new books on Com Street? - Imagining India and A Prisoner of Birth.
-cleaned my room and my cupboard.
- now i can find my way easily to my bed. No, it wasn't that dirty.

2009-07-05T03:15:00.000-07:00

Books that changed my life

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen
Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte
Harry Potter series
The Secret
The Fountainhead - Ayn Rand
Chicken Soup for the Soul

Books I wish I had written

Pride and Prejudice
Harry Potter
P.S. I love you
Digital Fortress

Books I am yet to read that are lying on my shelf

Imagining India
A Prisoner of Birth
The Witch of Portobello

My All time Favourite Comics

Archies
Asterix
Tintin

Books which makes my pluse race

Da Vinci Code
Tell me your Dreams
Digital Fortress

My All time Romantic books

Pride and Prejudice
P.S. I love you!

Books that made me snooze

Emma
The Hunt for Atlantis

Books that motivate me

Discover your Destiny-Robin Sharma
Who will cry when you die?
The monk who sold his Ferrari
Positive Thinking
The Secret
The Fountainhead
Fish

Books I wish I had never read

The Three Mistakes of my Life
Five Point Someone

Books I have read but do not own

The Lost City- Clive Clussler
Nothing Lasts Forever- Sidney Sheldon
The Pelican Brief- John Grisham
Shall we Tell the President - Jeffery Archer
The Sky is Falling - Sidney Sheldon
Nothing Lasts forever - Sidney Sheldon
Coma- Robin Cook
By Stealth - Colin Forbes
The Journey
Brida
The God Father

Books I disliked the most

The Stranger in the mirror

Romantic Comedies I enjoyed

Me and Mr.Darcy

Books that are in my office PC I am yet to read

The White Tiger

Books I want to read

Love Story-Eric Segal

All time Fav Fantasy

Harry Potter series I-VII

The Wish List

2009-06-21T06:32:00.000-07:00

-a new pair of glasses - i want that nerdy yet cool look, something seriousl, something casual, something funky yet intellectual look.

-a pair of boots to go with my blazer.

-Few cool and sexy t-shirts

-Jeans

-Bandini saree

-more dresses

-slippers - not very high heels

smoothen and soften my hair

-learn a new sport

-trousers and few formal shirts

-Ipod

-become an RJ - i have a good voice

-find a decent guy and get married - you think it's simple?

-do full time cooking

- certification in Technical Writing

-AC for my room

-learn driving

-CAR

-Handycam

Pain is inevitable; suffering is optional

2009-06-07T05:29:00.000-07:00

Read carefully again. The above statement can surely change your attitude towards life.....One cannot forego the misfortunes of one's life. But the fortitude with which we deal with the afflictions of our lives proves to be a useful lesson and support. They say, it is from adversity that strength is born...having said this, I ponder again and again and i am convinced that it is easier said than done. For that strength to be born within, one has to go through extreme pain and suffer long enough. As if pain gives you an option to suffer or not to suffer. As if, it is easy for one to choose not to suffer no matter how sufferable a situation might be. Time might heal that pain but it can never heal the scars. It surely takes a lot of determination and courage not to suffer and it takes great deal more of your willingness to choose not to suffer.

Who wants Archie Andrews?

2009-06-06T21:04:00.000-07:00

For all those Archie Lovers, if you have missed the article in Time of India dated June 7th, 2009, here it is........

Dear Betty,
Sixty-eight years is a long time to wait for a jerk! and when Archie Andrews finally pops the question to Veronica Lodge, it is no loss to you Bettty, believe me. In fact, celebrate your freedom and be grateful you are rid of a man who cannot think beyond his inadequacies. Because it is these he seeks to assuage with this match.
Veronica is nothing but a "catch" for Archie and I wouldn't give them more than six months before they drive each other up the wall - that is, if they do get married at all. He is blinded by the glamour of marrying a rich heiress and bagging the price catch of Riverdale. For Ronnie, Archie is just a goody to be snatched from you. Spoilt little rich girl that she is, how can she tolerate that you, her closest friend and rival, walk away with the guy who has been touted for almost a century as the bone of contention between the two of you! I do believe if there were no you, there would be no Archie for Veronica!
As for you, finally you are rid of the 68-year heartburn and the ache of being in love! Finally you can shrug it off and move on to a glorious new world and to the hundreds of better men out there waiting for a girl as warm, giving and loving as you... I know it hurts when a relationship comes to an end. And the hurt is keener when you are let down by someone you truly loved, as I believe you did Archie. But you know what? you will think i am sounding corny but believe me, all that they say about time being a healer is actually true in the case of broken affairs and hearts, and especially true when you are the one who has been let down. Let's face it. Who wants a loser like Archie anyway? I know he's sort of cute and helpless in a manner that appeals to the budding material instinct in all women. But honey, those cutesy mannerisms and helpless hangdog manner do not, repeat DO NOT, translate into good husband material. It's all very well to have a malleable boyfriend who is putty in your hands and needs your help and emotional support all the time. In fact, it could lead to some interesting situations and sweet moments. But translate all that helplessness into a husband, and you have a lifetime problem on your hands! Picture this. You have been doing his homework and other dirty jobs for over 60 years now, while Veronica hogged all the limelight and attention. Think of Archie a few years hence....a typical lazy couch potato, most likely a no-gooder in whichever job he chooses to do, if any; no helping hand around the house either! And what would that make you? A harassed housewife and mum skittering around on errands; a nagging wife, and a bitter individual. Would you want to be that? Not you. Which woman after all wouldn't want a husband who can look out for her, support her and hold down a good, respectable job? Close your eyes for a moment. Imagine Archie as a briefcase holding, supportive husband who is good with the kids, pays his bills on time and helps around home too. Doesn't it seem like Archie has suddenly lost all his charm for you? Do yoy know why? It's because Archie's attraction lies in his scatty, rattlebrained persona. He is perfect boyfriend material..a guy you can have fun with and at times play Mamma with. But do you want him as yours forever? Heaven forbid! So consider yourself lucky and wish Veronica the best....He needs someone like her to keep him on the straight and narrow. Hey, wait a minute. Just read a blog suggesting Archie chose Veronica because you rejected him first! is that true? If so, allow me to congratulate you on your level headedness. Male bloggers are of course standing up for their own, suggesting it is recession that has pushed Archie towards Veronica; a man has to secure his financial future! But what kind of a wimp does that with the help of his future wife's fortune? Another blogger suggests that Archie may propose to Veronica, but she is sure to reject his after the initial euphoria, and that ultimately veronica, will go for Reggie....Now that is an interesting possibility, isn't it? But Bets, if that happens and you see our dejected lover crawling in your direction, tail tucked well between legs, PLEASE turn tail and run in the opposite direction! Run for your life; run for all you are worth Betty! The best blogger on the subject i've read says, "And I assume, Betty will go off to University and get educated, career, and find herself a partner who isn't a complete douche bag..." Take care and welcome to rest of the world after stuck in a time wrap!

-Vinita Dawra Nangia - Times of India

2009-04-23T04:17:00.000-07:00

I like this pic very very much.....but of course that is the reason it is here..:)..clicked by my friend in Canada.

Ouch! it hurts!

2009-02-19T23:05:00.000-08:00

I dont how i will be able to express my adoration, admiration for the one in my life....but i would tell him this story....

Once there was a male bee and a female bee. They were madly, deeply, truly in love with each other. One day as they were playing and hoping from flower to flower, the male bee said, "Dear, I love you very much, more than you do". The female bee said, "I love you too, more than myself". The argument started between the two.

So the male bee said, "One who wishes the other, first thing in the morning when this flower blooms, is the one who loves the most". The female bee agreed for this. The new day dawned, spilling lots of sunshine with kiss of dew drops. The male bee set out early in the morning before the female bee can see. It came to the flower and was thrilled to see it was the first one there. It waited patiently for the flower to bloom....

Finally, the petals opened one by one and there inside that beautiful flower was the female bee. The male bee was surpised and went down to touch the female bee. But, as it approached near, it saw the female bee was cold and still. The female bee had locked itself in the flower to show how much she loved him......and was crushed to death inside the bud.

ummm.....dunno if there is ever an opportunity but i want him to know that I would be that female bee for him..............

Are You Alive?

2008-12-14T08:32:00.000-08:00

When you ask for something you've never asked for from someone and your heart starts beating rapidly, that's when you are truly alive............

When you want to say something to someone but the very thought of doing so sends butterflies through your stomach, that's when you are most alive.........

When you do something that you've never done before but follow through on it because you know in your heart it's something that will make your life richer and better; that's when you are most alive.....................

My writeup for Arohana

2008-11-28T21:57:00.000-08:00

The kids proved yet again that you dont have to look at the sky to see those sparkling stars. They twinkled and dazzled everyone on September 6th evening. The Varasiddhi Vinayaka Temple of Canara Bank colony celebrated its 20th Anniversary and on this event many cultural programmes were organized by the colony members.The Vinayaka Chaturthi festival brought all the more joy for the celebrations. The Anniversary was celebrated for five days and each day different events simply captivated the audience.

Students of Arohana Academy of Arts performed various forms of classical and folk dances on 6th evening.Students between age groups of six to sixteen took part in the dance event. Mrs. Deepa kamath, founder of Arohana Academy of Arts has put in her undivided dedication and effort towards the art school and it was well reflected in the performances. The kids defined grace in their performances. They performed various forms of classical dance such as Kummi, a Kerala folk dance, karga, laavani and Rajasthani folk dances. It was indeed a show not to be missed as one could see different forms of dance under one roof. They looked immaculately beautiful in their costumes and lot of effort and attention was given to every single detail. They were truly taare zameen par.

He has the look!!!!!!

2008-06-21T20:45:00.000-07:00

Has this ever happened to you???? Time when you are frustrated with things, or you are very angry with someone, you had a tiff with somebody and you are walking with a big fat frown on your face, muttering, swearing or just simply dejected with life and suddenly....you come across someone or something and all of a sudden your stomach does a back flip inside you and you find yourself smiling!!! You suddenly feel elated. All of a sudden you feel life is beautiful!That someone can be a handsome, charming guy with awesome smile or looks or a simple sweet gal in a nice salwar......and you just feel nice... You turn your head to see that sweet thing again.

Well, something like that happened to me yesterday. There is this guy, i dunno who, saw him chatting with his friends in a restaurant. I dunno what was it in him...but i just felt totally elated looking at him. i could sit there and look at him all day. oooohhhhooo! wait wait! its not love at first sight. No, bells didnt ring, there was no thunder or lightning. Its just that, he was too charming to look at. Or say, he was "my kind of guy". He was tall and moderately built, chiseled face, with straight sharp nose,(i have an obsession for sharp noses), great dressing sense and a kind of smile that can melt any heart. He wears glasses. yes, i like guys who wear glasses and have that intellectual look.....gosh!. I pulled Pinku aside and showed her that guy. Any guesses wot she said,.... "shucks man, if only you had shown me before my wedding". Only I know how many U-turns I made just to have a glimpse of him...

Has this kinda thing ever happened to you before????. How some people have that charisma..that magic.....just looking at them makes you feel nice. He sure has that look.

Hey do u think I have a crush on him??????

Emoticons

2008-02-28T08:35:00.001-08:00

A recent online conversation has made me remember my days back in CVG. Something I did all through my nightshift to make sure i dont sleep off. Yes having conversation online. That was where i was introduced to online conversations and also using emoticons. You ever had that??? Sometimes people left some offline messages on my blog, msg window, a comment and all that it had was emoticons and i had no idea whether the person is kidding, or serious, joking or insulting, playful or destructive.

Somewhere I had read that words only form 7% of our communication, and the rest is the tone and the body language. And this 7% still has to through so many filters of the world. well it was pleasant in those days when there were just a colon and a parenthesis. They were all over the place, emails, chat windows, cell phones. Then slowly lot many other things started creeping in the middle of sentences. Now we have a whole lot of emoticons pouring all over every communication. Teasers, few laughing, running, saluting, sucking...gosh! just few days back me and smithu explored the web and were shocked to see what we found. OMG!!!! it was very very ugly.

Well as I said before, while I was having this conversation with my colleague, he told me he prefers words than emoticons. One different person for sure. We all have very good language and do we need those emoticons to convey the "tone"?. At least we dont need dozen in a row. Sometimes I do feel they are so superfluous and pointless..sort of shows the laziness in coming up with ways to explain meaning with words. Words carry the weightage. Sometimes emoticons are just there whether we mean it or not.

Anyways this was just a passing thought...and Ouch! saru just pinged me and there I just sent those colon and parenthesis again...:)

Happy Valentine's Day!

2008-02-14T04:04:00.001-08:00

A rose is a nature's Fairest Flower

Each petal in its perfection......

Holds promise a lovely bloom will catch your reflection!!!!

Say it with roses....

Excuse me....!!!

2008-02-09T06:26:00.000-08:00

7:30 a.m, Kempegowda Bus Station, Bangalore

The Bus station is never a delightful sight. A place where you can find all classes of people crowded on the platform, waiting anxiously for their buses so that they can grab a seat, few spitting here and there not looking at whom or where they are spitting, few women carrying heavy bags on one side and holding onto their babies on the other side. The platforms are dirty, buses moving, honking, the drivers yelling at you to move aside, people bump into you and walk away without apologizing.. The only thought that comes to your mind is ...wanna get out of this place faster, quicker.

You are lucky if your bus arrives on time. You will have a smile on your face on seeing your bus coming at the right platform but vanishes soon when you see that you have no chance of getting a seat. Usually, the front seats are occupied mostly by women where the front benches are mainly reserved for the disabled and the back few seats are for men. But its never the same. Some buses dedicated for few routes are so madly crowded at all times that it can be quite a nerving experience if you have to travel standing for 45 mins or more. Uncles, kidos standing on the footboards, even women sometimes. Well, I travel for almost 3 hrs in such buses everyday and boy! sometimes I hate what I am doing. You are travelling in a public transport and you can't expect the luxury of private buses...For almost two years I was travelling from my home to ITPL which is around 36 kms away from my place and always heard my colleagues crib about the distance and traffic. I am sure if they take a public transport even for a day from home to ITPL, they will quit their job right next day.

Its really sad to travel in such buses coz, firstly they are so damn crowded, its summer time and all you get to have after a hard day's work is sweat and struggle. Struggle to grab a seat or struggle to get a place to stand. Secondly, to bear few men who fall on you every now and then.....yeah its really irritating how few men can behave that way. Not much can be done if the buses are over crowded...but I have observed that sometimes they take pleasure standing, brushing close to women..especially college gals.Though they have the back doors open for them to get inside they still get on through front doors, brush past women and go back if the conductor yells at them to do so...or stand right at the door. Inspite of repeated requests, they pay no heed and wont budge even an inch. Do they take pleasure in doing so?? Its really cheap how they behave and it can be quite an abashing experience for few. Some of them wont argue coz you dont wanna have a row with such people early in the morning. So they move aside and take a different place. Some dont, they bodly raise their voice and ask such men to stand properly. Well, no matter how much you try all is futile.

Hmmm....I never had any such abashing experiences in the bus so far and intend not to. Wish people could behave more civilized and polite.

Happy New Year!!

2008-02-08T22:07:00.000-08:00

Monday January 01, 2007

Happy New Year!!

As the rays of sun kissed my body making me warm, I was awaken by the sound of the news updates on the TV and calls of Happy New Year!! from my little nephew in the drawing room. He was very excited not because it was New Year but mainly because it was holiday for his school.It was a monday morning of Jan 1st the beginning of a new day, a new month, a new year, and also time for new resolutions. A resolution is a commitment one makes for himself. But are they really satisfying and gratifying? Many resolutions are made every year and many broken shortly after they are made. Isn't it? Hence more than calling it a resolution, a commitment, I would like to call it a promise I make for myself. A promise to bring in more positive outlook in my life. A true effort to shun away the false ego's and complexes, the temper I have had within me. To work more harder towards my goal and to be more responsible. To make my dreams a reality. Not to give up no matter how many setbacks and hurdles.I know its not gonna be easy. But its worth it. Sounds good nah?? yes! i am looking forward to a lot of good things in this new year. And there are no intensions of breaking this promise.
Though January 1st has always been just another day for me as I dont party. It's only few sms's and calls from my friends... but this year somewhere deep inside there are loads of hopes and desires and a determination to go and get what I want.I never was this positive in my attitude.Thanks to those who made me realize this. I am looking forward to many new things in my life...and most important to meet that special person who will sweep me off my feet. To meet my man who will bring more meaning to my life and change it forever!.
Looking back at 2006, the year was not that bad either. Especially last four months. Lots of things happened and happened for the better both personally and professionally. My health improved a lot after July. Made new acquaintances, new friends, explored new roads, efforts were well rewarded...in short it was truly a gratifying year, 2006.
So starting this new year with blessings from Baba and my parents I hope all my dreams do come true and may I give more than I receive.

Is it a blessing???....or...????

2008-02-08T22:06:00.000-08:00

It's two months since i am here at NOKIA. Today, my manager walked up to me, ushered me inside the conference room, to tell me something very important. He said my contract is likely to be terminated by the end of Jan 31. There are some budgetary issues with the project he is handling and they have the approval for only one writer from my Company Citec. Frankly, I didn't like it when he told me this. I was utterly disgusted.I looked straight into his eyes.
"I intended to make a difference to this team....Thanks very much for the opportunity".
He continued.... There will some projects moving to offshore in Citec from NOKIA. I would like you to take it up.
I said, "Thanks, we will see".
But then, sitting in my cubicle I just recalled how I was just a month back...I was desparate to be out of this place. Considering the fact that I was not doing much work here, I was feeling very stagnant. I pushed myself to work everyday. Especially, for someone like me who for past two years was loaded, overloaded with work. Meetings, conference calls, project deadlines, training, recruitment...phew!. But I never complained...i simply loved every bit of it.
But now, should I consider this as a blessing or a setback???. Reminds me of my resolutions for the new year..to think positive..and yes, I am gonna be positive about this. It's all a matter of attitude. I believe in myself, my capabilities and things I can do. As long as I am focused towards my goal, nothing can simply stop me...no setback, no failure, because I strongly believe in two things:

To change everything simply change your Attitude!!
and
What you are becoming is more important than what you are accomplishing in life!!

Every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.

2008-02-08T22:04:00.000-08:00

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:
"When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?"
The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. "I believe, that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes, in the way other people treat that child."Then he told the following story:

Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked,"Do you think they'll let me play?" Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked if Shay could play, not expecting much. The boy looked around for guidance and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning."

Shay struggled over to the team's bench put on a team shirt with a broad smile and his Father had a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible 'cause Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing the other team putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least be able to make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

The game would now be over, but the pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the head of the first baseman, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!" Never in his life had Shay ever ran that far but made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!"

Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to second base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy on their team, who had a chance to be the hero for his team for the first time. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions and he too intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.

All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"
Shay reached third base, the opposing shortstop ran to help him and turned him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third! Shay, run to third" As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams and those watching were on their feet were screaming, "Shay, run home! Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the "grand slam" and won the game for his team.

That day, said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world.

Shay didn't make it to another summer and died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his Father so happy and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!

Last Day in ITPL

2008-02-08T22:01:00.000-08:00

It's time to say Goodbye to my work and ITPL as well. Something I loved for two long years. Goodbye moments are usualy sad and depressing, isn't it?. But I only feel sad that I have to leave this beautiful Tech Park. Its simply mesmerizing..the mall, the ever refreshing green lawn, the tall buildings..handsome guys!!!..smartly planned architecture and great to be in. For two long years I prided walking in here. But now, no more of these amazing views :(. I enjoyed everything about this place. Two years of dedication, hard work and honesty has paid wonderful results. I received amazing appreciations from my co-ordinators onsite and this has made all the efforts and struggles worth it! There are loads I learnt being a part of this Corporate world!. Its definitely not easy to be a part of this world. But I am glad that if these appreciations have come in my kitty its only for my hard work and dedication!!.

Few Comments from my coordinator Abby Singleton:
Anitha,
I’m very sad to see you go – what will I do without the confidence that I have in your work?!?! It has been a pleasure to have you as my contact and you will be missed. You are such a hard worker and always took the extra time to thoroughly complete your packages. Likewise, I hope that my instruction and emails never came across as rude or mean – I have always taken pride that you were my contact.
I hope that your move from this position is a good and happy one. Take care!

Few from Terri Gregory:
Hi Anitha,
You will be greatly missed!! It was pleasure to work with you. You were a great asset to the team; I hate to see you goL
Thank you for all of your hard work have done!!

I am really touched for receiving such wonderful comments from them. It is satisfying. I feel truly delighted that i have done my job well!!.moments than these. There is confidence, faith and belief inside that I can achieve my dreams come what may. Now its the time to move on...to face more tougher hurdles than this. To face more challenging I know life is not fair and and I am prepared for it.

May God Bless me, to have the right attitude and to be fair and just in all my decisions and may he guide me in the right path.

Rain

2008-02-08T21:59:00.000-08:00

One rainy afternoon I was driving along one of the main streetsof town, taking those extra precautions necessary when the roads are wet and slick.Suddenly, my daughter, Aspen,spoke up from her relaxed position in her seat. "Dad, I'm thinking of something."This announcement usually meant she had been pondering somefact for a while, and was now ready to expound allthat her six-year-old mind had discovered. I was eager to hear."What are you thinking?" I asked."The rain!" she began, "is like sin, and the windshieldwipers are like God wiping our sins away."After the chill bumps raced up my arms I was able to respond. "That's really good, Aspen."Then my curiosity broke in. How far would this little girl takethis revelation? So I asked... "Do you notice how the rainkeeps on coming? What does that tell you?" Aspen didn't hesitate one moment with her answer:"We keep on sinning, and God just keeps on forgiving us."I will always remember this whenever I turn my wipers on.Isn't it distressing to know that when you forward this messageyou will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them.Funny how we can be more worried about what other people thinkof us than what God thinks of us.

People Come Into Your Life For a Reason

2008-02-08T21:58:00.000-08:00

People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person. When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. Our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered but these people always live up in themselves and their return for a REASON again is upbeat and sure. What we must realize is that there is a REASON for every act. REASON being they act upon allmighty. Some people come into your life for a SEASON. They may teach you something you have never done. Believe it, it is real. But only for a season! LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant and everything happens with a REASON. Thank you for being a part of my life, whether you were a reason, a season or a lifetime.

My First Poem

2008-02-08T21:57:00.000-08:00

You come in my dreams
Driving away the inward gloom
Your lips as red as blood
Your hair so smooth as silk
You make me smile;
You make me smile
I wonder who You are?
You come as lightning
And vanish away in thoughts
I still wonder who you are
I think you are my imaginary Doll!!

Love

2008-02-08T21:56:00.000-08:00

Love is constant
No matter whats the season
Its that beautiful emotion
Which has no explanation or reason
For as times change and people do
Love stays forever true

The feeling of love starts from the eyes............But if u try to close your eyes, love turns into a drop of tear and remains in your heart forever..............

A wish for you!

2008-02-08T21:55:00.000-08:00

Sun washed mornings
And kissed with dew
Birds that sing are just for you
Gentle breeze in your hair
Each day a bright new smile to wear
Life sweetest gifts are wished for you!

I am sorry!

2008-02-08T21:53:00.000-08:00

I am dedicating to this poem to a very special person. i am hurt inside beacuse i hurt my friend too. He is very wild and angry with me for how i behaved with him. It may not mean anything for him to break this friendship and move on....but if he can only understand how much he means to me as a friend. Its going to be difficult.....to stay without my friend. But no matter what i will always be there for him.

You say you cannot forget
And you aren't ready to forgive
But I need your friendship
More than you'll even know
I need you there to live

Without you by my side today
Life's been going, oh so slow
I miss your calls
Our endless talks
The places we would go

You can't even bear to listen to me,
And I know my mistake
For because of few words,
And a few thoughtless actions,

I know I cannot take it back
As much as I would like to
But we could forget
And start all over
Just friends, that's me and you

If time is what you need,
Then I guess that's what you'll get
But I need you there for me soon,
My friend,I hope you will forget.

What i wanna be

2008-02-08T21:51:00.000-08:00

Living Your Dream is not just about attaining the result
Its about who you become along the way
Like a rosebud that starts out tight and closed
And opens into a beautiful flower ....or a caterpillar
That evolves into a beautiful butterfly
And you become the person you were always meant to be.........

Trust

2008-02-08T21:50:00.002-08:00

TRUST is a very important factor for all relationships. When trust is broken, it is the end of the relationship. Lack of trust leads to suspicion, suspicion generates anger, anger causes enmity and enmity may result in separation.

A telephone operator told me that one day she received a phone call. She answered, "Public Utilities Board." There was silence. She repeated, "PUB." There was still no answer. When she was going to cut off the line, she Heard a lady's voice, "Oh, so this is PUB.Sorry, I got the number from my Husband's pocket but I do not know whose number it is." Without mutual trust, just imagine what will happen to the couple if the telephone operator answered with just "hello" instead of "PUB".

Creating Perfect Relationships?

2008-02-08T21:50:00.001-08:00

A person visited the government matchmaker for marriage, SDU, and requested "I am looking for a spouse. Please help me to find a suitable one." The SDU officer said, "Your requirements, please." "Oh, good looking, polite, humorous , sporty, knowledgeable, good in singing and dancing. Willing to accompany me the whole day at home during my leisure hour, if I don't go out. Telling me interesting stories when I need companion for conversation and be silent when I want to rest." The officer listened carefully and replied, "I understand you need television." There is a saying that a perfect match can only be found between a blind wife and a deaf husband ,because the blind wife cannot see the faults of the husband and the deaf husband cannot hear the nagging of the wife. Many couples are blind and deaf at the courting stage and dream of perpetual perfect relationship. Unfortunately, when the excitement of love wears off, they wake up and discover that marriage is not a bed of roses. The nightmare begins.

No Overpowering

2008-02-08T21:49:00.000-08:00

Many relationships fail because one party tries to overpower another,or demands too much. People in love tend to think that love will conquer all and their spouses will change the bad habits after marriage. Actually, this is not the case. There is a Chinese saying which carries the meaning that "It is easier to reshape a mountain or a river than a person's character." It is not easy to change. Thus, having high expectation on changing the spouse character will cause disappointment and unpleasantness. It would be less painful to change ourselves and lower our expectations..

A speech will either prosper or ruin a nation

2008-02-08T21:48:00.000-08:00

Many relationships break off because of wrong speech. When a couple is too close with each other,we always forget mutual respect and courtesy. We may say anything without considering if it would hurt the other party. A friend and her millionaire husband visited their construction site. A worker who wore a helmet saw her and shouted,"Hi, Emily! Remember me? We used to date in the secondary school." On the way home, her millionaire husband teased her, "Luckily you married me.Otherwise you will be the wife of a construction worker." She answered ,"You should appreciate that you married me. Otherwise, he will be the millionaire and not you." Frequently exchanging these remarks plants the seed for a bad relationship. It's like a broken egg - cannot be reversed.

Personal Perception

2008-02-08T21:47:00.000-08:00

Different people have different perception. One man's meat could be another man's poison. A couple bought a donkey from the market. On the way home,a boy commented, "Very stupid. Why neither of them ride on the donkey?"Upon hearing that, the husband let the wife ride on the donkey. He walked besides them. Later, an old man saw it and commented, "The husband is the head of family. How can the wife ride on the donkey while the husband is on foot?" Hearing this, the wife quickly got down and let the husband ride on the donkey. Further on the way home, they met an old Lady. She commented, "How can the man ride on the donkey but let the wife walk. He is no gentleman." The husband thus quickly asked the wife to join him on the donkey. Then, they met a young man. He commented, "Poor donkey, how can you hold up the weight of two persons. They are cruel to you." Hearing that, the husband and wife immediately climbed down from the donkey and carried it on their shoulders. It seems to be the only choice left. Later, on a narrow bridge, the donkey was frightened and struggled. They lost their balance and fell into the river. You can never have everyone praise you, nor will everyone condemn you. Never in the past, not at present, and never will be in the future. Thus, do not be too bothered by others words if our conscience is clear..

2008-02-08T21:42:00.000-08:00

Monday, November 28, 2005

It was raining heavily outside. Dark clouds gathered in the sky and nature was in its ominous best. I took a break from my work and went to the pantry to grab a cup of coffee. I had a sip and went near the window to see the rain pouring down heavily outside the glass structure. I was inside our huge office building, unruffled by even the fierceness of the nature. Through the heavy transparent glass, I could see a small girl trying to hold on to her umbrella which the wind was snatching away from her. I felt sorry for the girl, and was happy that I was not in a similar pathetic situation. Yes. I take pride for the fact that I am a software engineer. . I have everything which a common man would envy; money, status, respect, you name it I have it. I always wanted to be software professional and here I am, working for one of the best firms in the world. But then, am I really happy? Now, I could see an imprint of my palm on the other glass window, through which I reminisced my past, basked in the warmth of the sun shine.

My childhood was so much of fun. I vividly remember those rainy days, when I hugged my mother tightly during sleeping listening to all the stories told by her. Now, I have a big house here, but then it is just a house, not a home. My parents are pretty far away from me now. I have a cell phone to talk to them everyday, but then I really miss those dinners which I had with my family everyday. I could easily afford to taste all the different cuisines these days, but the best of food there, lack the love and affection which is present in the food prepared by my mother.

I threw a lavish party for my colleagues for my birthday, but then they would never replace the birthdays when my friends secretly brought a cake and at the end, half of the cake would have ended up on my face. The couple of hundred bucks that u save for a long period just to give a treat to your friends in the road side chat shop can never give the pleasure even after spending a few thousand bucks these days.

The scene of me crying and refusing to have dinner on the day when I fought with my best friend came to my mind. Today, she has gone far away from me, taking away my love and with it my life, but I am sitting and coding here with a false smile on my face. Everyday I meet new people, but then I long ceased to make a new friend.

It’s true that I have a lot of things now. I have a nice bed, but no time to sleep. Lots of money, but no friends to spend it with. The latest designer clothes, but a worn out body. Quite a few to flirt, but no one to love. Awards for technical excellence, but no reward for the crave for peaceful ambience. A confident demeanor, but a reluctant and apathetic mind. Full of rain, but no sunshine even in the farthest distance.

Now, I could see the small girl on the road enjoying in the rain with her umbrella firmly in her grip. She might not have all the comforts which I have, but then she has the innocence and fun which I lost a long time back. I have decided to come out of this false fantasy, even if it is at the expense of losing the tap of the software engineer. I am going to again enjoy my life. I am going to go out in the rain and play with the small kid now. I removed my tie, and went near my computer to shut it down. Just then, I saw a new mail alert in my mail box. I slowly opened outlook and I found a message from my manager with an attachment saying that there was a critical defect in the code and I have to fix it soon. I convinced myself that I am not going to get bogged down again by these pressures and stick to my decision. I ignored the mail and went to the rest room. After a couple of minutes, the software engineer in me came out, his shirt tucked in with the perfect tie knot, sat before the computer, and started typing,

XYZ,
I am looking into the defect and will send the patch files before EOD.

Regards,
Me.