I bought Technology !

Ideally, I  have a lot of time to read and write en-route to office and back home, but I usually waste it -thinking, staring at the roads, getting ready (make up-shake up) and web surfing for dirt cheap deals in my city but I often buy, well none.

I am glad that I could manage to write today about my new baby, my Samsung Galaxy GT 9000, also christened as S i9000.Well, I spent the last few days researching about phones, because I had it enough from colleagues and friends coaxing me to buy a new phone and desert my old one. Yes! That was the silly reason I bought a new phone, as such I was happy with my Nokia 5233 which is a normal touch screen phone and was good for my basic necessities of calling, texting and tuning in to the Radio. But I, admit that my new born Samsung has made me happier.:)

Earlier, I was apprehensive to dent in my riches by 20K (INR), on  a depreciating asset (Gold of an equal price, would be quite an appreciating asset),also I would any day spend that kind of money rather holidaying and travelling. But against all odds of mental upheaval, I bought the phone, and am I happy? I am smiling at this wonder. Only, that I find myself not as smart as this phone. In fact it’s over smart. I say so because it acts like my spokesperson going to Google\ Yahoo \ Facebook retrieves my contacts and adds them to my contact list. Excuse me! My phone contacts, have to be just phone contacts and that is why I ask you to behave just like a phone, don’t try to be a robot elevating nuisance levels, to more than what my IQ can handle.

The single and double touch on touch wiz made me a bit crazy, making me miss-dial people; when I only wanted to reply to a text, again the over smart thingy, you see.

Alright, but it lets me do a whole lot of smart things, or may be things in smarter ways. The super amoled screen is sexy and gives you the kick of owning a high end gadget, on a cheap note- makes you show off.

The excitement I felt when my dad bought me my first mobile phone - the Nokia 2100, during my second year of engineering is still un paralleled to any feeling of buying a new gadget. It had a sexy white light and actually taught me the basics of a cell phone. The call charges were IN Rupees 3/minute if I remember correctly, and not everybody had a cell phone. People generally liked to receive calls than to make one, and if they were important, they would be restricted to missed calls. But I, insisted on making calls, showing off that I could easily afford it and that is what I had got the phone for –calling, I mean. So people’s tendency had not changed, the technology did though.

Now, some things about the “Samsung techie biggie baby”, biggie because of its 4 inch screen (why were you thinking dirty?), baby - because mine is a month old. It essentially, is a technology power pack.I am exploring it more everyday and following are my observations:

·       The first thing that strikes about this phone is the 4’ inch,super amoled screen and it’s light weight (about 100gms).

·       Apart from the regular stuff, the swipe text input feature brings a smile to my face, though it took me some time to learn, to use it.

·       Live wall paper option instills Life in the phone making it very attractive.

·       Navigation is very good and the response time to open applications is by far less (courtesy the 1 Ghz proessor).

·       There are seven home screens each of which can be customized by adding \ removing widgets from a given list.

·       Be careful with the data sync function when accessing Google \ Yahoo etc for the first time.It prompts for your opinion, the default setting of which is smugly “On”.

·       A-GPS (assisted GPS) is quick and responsive but it took me two days to understand it’s functionality and the requisite to use an internet connection, unlike what most web sites say – that you don’t need an internet connection.

·       Dual clock feature is quite handy, if you have calls with or are travelling to client locations.

·       It’s just like a mini computer which you can use curled up in your quilt,because the response time is too good.

·       Video and picture quality is much better than other phones in this range having a 5MP camera.

·       This phone gave me a lot of problems in the second week as people complained of noise \ disturbance whilst I spoke. I took it to the service center (rude staff, more on this later), who identified it as a firmware issue and upgraded it [Gingrrbread – 2.3.3 is the latest version].It worked fine for a few days, but this problem is occurring again.

·       The Aldiko ebook feature allows downloading and reading e-books (useful for avid readers like me).

·       All share, allows you to play files from your phone to another player and vice-versa.Memo allows me to quickly scribble and take notes(I am not sure if lower version mobiles had this earlier too).

·       Layar feature is something I have yet to explore.

        You can check and enable \ disable settings in the phone by using secret codes for this model (available on the ineternet).For technical specifications, click here.

This is what my one month old baby has showcased till now, more to be added later. I would recommend this phone but you can also check HTC Desire, Samsung SL 9003, Nokia N8 in this range. Happy phoning (not literally!).

Messy Me!

My day started on a lousy note, waking up late, getting ready late and cascading it to the level ,that I boarded my cab late, by about 5 minutes. On such occasions (read most of the times), I take away my breakfast and utilize the sleazy hour and half journey to savor on the food. So, I was just about doing that, but I guess I was sleepier than other days, hence in a mental mess.

I spilled the tea in the tumbler on my crisp white kurti and made an outrageous noise by tearing the newspaper (to fit to the window pane and in turn devoid my body of Vitamin D, but I am an anti-tanning freak so can’t help it).I misplaced my lap top bag and it made a bombastic impact (and sound) falling off the car seat when the driver hit the brake. Now, incidentally the driver had come for our pick up for the first time, and he made a face of sorts at me, clearly making me conscious.

Alright, I did behave myself, but for how long could I do that! My cab mate requested to switch off the a\c, which I politely wanted to oblige to, but she made a rut each time saying it was still cold and that the air conditioner was on. So, I hit the air conditioner button really hard to stop at one go (I actually wanted to show her, that it was off) but ended up with the button in my hand. Silly me! My cab mates, just giggled! The driver took the switch back from me and asked “chalana hai ya nahi?”(“want the a\c or not?”)

Now, I was too conscious already and just hoped to reach office without any further drama, but the messy day would just not take my request in. I thought the ordeal was over, but then as I was about  to step out of the cab, one of my ballerina slipped off L.The driver again looked at me and shook his head. What I was thinking? Oh God! ab is din ko boring bana do ji, bahut hass liye sab.(Lord ,please make this day a boring one now, everyone has had a hearty laugh already).

I, literally ran to the office building. Phew! What a messy morning it was. I still had the tea stains to wash off!

Act as – if

What do you on a day, loaded with inhuman heaps of work (something more than 4 hours is ridiculously inhuman), piles on your personal and professional to- do list and anticipation of annoying yet unavoidable conversations\ moments with your friends, family and relatives?

Well, we all have different escape sequences to our rescue. Mine, is something which I call the “act as- if” day. So last Thursday, was the recent one. Here is what happened.

I started my day watching “Perfect Stranger” on my way to office and was already making plans for the week end. But to my dismay!  as soon as I reached office, I was asked to show off team spirit traits(of which I  boasted in my assessment) by helping to take off some work load, from my colleague.

My live voice (LV) said: “You moron,don’t test my patience. Why did you commit to more than you could deliver on your own?”

I said: “Sure! We are a team.”

Obviously I had no intension of working so I started to act as-if, I suddenly remembered getting an email last night from my panicked client asking for a quick presentation and how bad my tooth ache was today and had my cousins’ kids to take out in the evening.

I said: “In spite of all this, I will surely help you. Probably, I will give my lunch a miss and refuse my cousin too. After all, we are a team.

Poor him, he fell for my bait and was quite uneasy (you could see that on his face),came up to me and thanked me for my concern, but said he will put in extra hours over the weekend and finish it and that I need to take care of the tooth ache and forwarded me numbers of some dentists. Bang on! Act as if! So I enjoyed that day in a meeting room watching videos on Youtube about “How to apply mascara and eyeliner like a pro!”

In the evening I had stuffed myself with a yummylicious egg roll, which I think, is one of the best ways to kill time plying from Gurgaon to Delhi in the torturous traffic, but I had to avoid a family drama of not having dinner, in front of my relatives. So, I fudged a bit of Kajal, made a sad face to  my enthusiastic cousin who proclaimed “Didi aa gayai” [sister has come ]as soon as I got off my cab telling her that I had a super busy day and that my shoulders were sore, but I would cheer them up in the cards game. Result: I, was requested to sleep, with a steaming coffee cuppa and a nice shoulder massage. Devil me! I was rather amused, act- as if and everything is sorted .

Actually, there is quite a list, of such tricks:

1.      Miss, something from your regular make up,for example the kajal, or shabby-comb your hair and you are sure to get this from your boss “Why don’t you go home early? You need some rest it seems”.

2.     Tell your kin you would love to be with them, but for the work.

3.     Act-as if, you are already, at the designated meeting point (when you are running late that is), take a few names of the nearby landmarks and make the other person feel guilty that you are waiting.

4. .   Act –as if, you don’t want to sound greedy, to gulp down your colleague’s "lip smacking delicacy"(only they think so) and start asking for the recipe when you want to avoid the horrible thing they have dished out and ask you to try it.

5.     Act- as if you feel terrible, having lost what your friend gifted you, when you actually have passed it on(as a gift) to another.

 Well, these are great for fun and escape to the useless ranter of people and life ,but for those who really care for you , Act as- if you love them always! even if you are irritated or annoyed at times.

He, the Protector; She, the Nurturer

I have read, heard and felt that distinct role definition, both for men and women is a misty cloud, so what is the fuss actually all about?

Who is a man? What are his characteristics? He is the protector, provider and  secret lover.

Who is a Woman? She is the nourisher, nurturer and the affectionate lover.

Well, I agree women these days are independent, so they can fend for themselves pretty well. They have been thinking, working hard and achieving a lot in life. They earn their bread and butter, have a mind, are aware of their rights and expectations too. But, who said she doesn’t need that tough shoulder to rest her head on? Just like, who said he doesn’t need that smile and a warm-in-a million hugs from her.

I am not a feminist, and absolutely not speaking from that perspective. She doesn’t need a man to feed her, but definitely those balls, who treat her like a princess, gaze at her lovingly, compliment her, care if her phone battery is charged and hold her hand softly. All she needs is that unexpected red rose,that special note or text to make her feel feminine and loved and she all melts in your armsJLikewise, what characteristics hat, does a man want his woman to don ? Someone who is caring, loving, nurtures and supports his dreams, he wouldn’t bother if she works late or is shopaholic, he would still love her if the basis are met. God has made us like that, women harbor children, nurture them and the men protect from the big bad world out there and be their MAN!

So, it is not the case that she doesn’t need him anymore. It is just an evolution for her to learn outside the home or relationship and grow but she longs for her man, always! Just like he can quarrel with her, be confused and unfocused, but her peck and a sweet rub at the nose can make all the difference to him.She could be applauded a million by the world, but she waits for that one expression,on his face to gauze his reaction to the food she prepared especially for him.

Man and woman are made to compliment not intersect .We can’t deviate from our basic roles; we can only unlearn and learn and spread the wings together. It is only healthy, to mark the basic expectations out of each other. It’s affection and appreciation women look for and the provider wants to be assured that you think he’s tough and he can come to you no matter what. Yes you can!

Never forget the “you look handsome” \ “you look beautiful”, because to each other they appeal the most to the eyes, and the heart:)

Sarcasm Met Right

“Had a good laugh, eh?” “What is so amusing about this?” lashed an upset colleague at another, last week when he insanely laughed at her while she was conversing with someone else. The most talked about thing for the next two three days? Yeah right!

I, was rather not surprised at the strong reaction. Newton's advocation “Every action has an equal and opposite reaction” is very true, Iwoujtellya.[expression from catcher in the rye - J.D Salinger].Probably she was upset with him over an earlier instance or maybe she could not take sarcasm, especially from him.

There are these people who think they are very witty, humorous and all. They think they are jovial :/ trust me, only they think so! Trying to throw in sarcasm and satire - in the face, usually making people uncomfortable, is only their second nature. They sometimes realize that, and most of the times, do not. They could sometimes, be obsessively introvert and self absorbed to the extent that they don’t acknowledge the need for a topic or time. The loner in such people seeks attention en-route sarcasm.

 I mean humor is a good thing, but using it to crack somebody’s nerves, is hell bad! You (We) could be victim to their repetitive and unrelated jokes and get crazy and all, but they refuse to demean that spirit. You (We) politely try to turn them down but to no vain. And then one day, when the pot boils, it blasts!

The other day, while my manager was introducing the team to a new member over lunch, casually said that I was in to writing. This new team member asked me what I write about. Before even I could reply, spat another colleague “She writes at tehelka.com”.People were amused, I wasn’t. I write because this is my creative instinct. I enjoy doing this. I express my thoughts this way. How is that a itch on your bum, Mr. Sarcastic? He had only “nothing much” to say when asked about his interests in life.

You see the point? They are low on self-esteem and self-worth, hence the ego gratification – “If we are nothing, we believe- so are others”! This guy is actually an over sized creature with no artistic bend; he takes in opportunities to take a dig at others, lest his own traits be talked about.

I have come across several such people in life and though they manage to add up on my friend lists on social networking sites, they are just about there, because we can never be friends. For God’s sake, were you a clown your previous life thachya think it’s your godamm duty to make people laugh?

People actually stop crossing paths, citing such jokers, from a distance. I wish I could just smell their presence and vanish.You read it right, ignore them! Big time! like plaque, or else start pulling them down .Laugh out aloud when they are midway and scream! "funny man hahahha, very funny"."How, do you manage to be so pathetic?"

It’s good to make people comfortable while interacting rather than whip sarcasm and uncalled for humor. Try to make them smile, not laugh, else you flunk miserably.

A sub category amongst them, are the boisterous and blabbering kinds. They can talk endlessly, about their meager achievements, their fulfillment of life and how they are heading far better than everyone around, in terms of money, cars, relationships and even s**.You should look at everyone's faces, around that time. They seem to be listening but are actually - not listening. Even if they are ,they have heard all the nonsense over few hundred times and know it's just to fulfill that imaginative, false ego which is shouting for some attention.

My two cents to the self proclaimed humorous souls (read sarcasts):      

1. We are better off without your stupid jokes and after a point; we hate you irrespective of the kind of person you are because you radiate negativity.

2. You seem like lousy asses to us whoga nothing better to do in life.

3. We think you are short on self confidence and this is your way of gaining attention.

4. We never laugh at your jokes, we laugh at you.

5. We snub you, condemn you and would never like to hold acquaintances with you.

6. You come across the most negative souls across a bunch. You are demon, you are!

7. Lastly - every now and then, I clean up my friend list – so YOU, yes YOU are gone gone gone.

Book & Book :)

I planned to start my day with a book called "Catcher in the Rye" by J.D Salinger but, got in to a good conversation about the books called "The Secret" and "The power" (both by Rhonda Byrne) with my cab mate so I postponed Catcher  for a later time.

My laptop had crashed this weekend, so today I had all the time in the world to read while it was being fixed.Today, was probably a books discussion day for me, my manager knows that I love reading so he was sweet enough to bring me this book called "Guns , Germs and Steel" by Jared Diamond.It is about how civilisations developed and how the hunters and the gregerians went on to capture different parts of the world.Interesting,Yes!.Not the genre I usually read but I liked the part I read and hence I think ,will start liking these kinds soon.

Also I think my daily walk is reaping benefits as I felt good about myself today.So I rewarded myself with a keema parantha and a Costa Royale.Good thing is , I realised that vanilla flavors are not for me, in fact anything that leaves a sweet flavor on my taste buds.Better thing is that I plan to gift myself a RayBan Jackie Ohh on loosing the first five kilos, plan is to reward myself with non fattening items.:)

Day was good on the whole and I feel God has been kind.Hope and faith in my heart.Good people receive good.Belief restored.

High on Life!!!

Here I am again, doing what makes my soul content.Writing is my first expression.

I am high on life these days.Purely quenching my life's thirst by doing things I , had only been thinking of for some time now.I am totally following my bliss and have found life to be much worthy.
I got two cute blue stud  piercings.Okay these are the fourth and fifth in number of the total brutalities that I have incurred on my tender ear cartilages till date.

I headed to the fucha market called K.Nags along with a friend.I had once become the victim of a joke when someone mentioned Kamla Nagar as K.Nags and I was clueless how the trend of christening places processed.Anyways, so we arrived at the Adarsh Body piercing (body piercing ran multiple thoughts in my mind, but there were no explicit pictures to support this art,sadly they don’t know the power of visualisations) and Tattoo art studio.

 A "I-know-it-all about your ear lobes baby" kind of man marked the positions to be pierced on my ear line and while I was just discussing with my friend ,as to whether I should get one or two piercings on the same day, he dug the silvery in to my ears and TUCK  I got a Blue stud,TUCK and I got  another one.I was surprised , he chalked out the position of the second one according to his whim.Anyhow the studs look both cute.

I felt as though I had come to deliver a baby and while till chatting with my significant half the doctor gives me a set of twins.Funny, I know!

It did not hurt that time but later in the evening, I felt like I need to be on local anesthesia.

All in all it was a good experience. Yes it definitely made me smile, made it a meaningful weekend as I accomplished one of the things on my "to do".

 Other than the piercings , have started an active healthy lifestyle regime,bought a Canon IXUS 130 , experimenting and learning to click good pictures.I have bought some nice herbal skin care products to pamper myself, got my room done for new furniture and decor,have started disliking pasta and started enjoying the tikka \ roasted delicacies more.

I am high on fruits,celebrations of life, smiling my heart out and loving myself this way.All my time is for me :).Pink Floyd  is my new addiction.
I am planning  to start up  a beauty and skin care blog soon.Sounds like a chick thingy but it would be more about the reviews on products (old & new) I have used and some of my personal experiences.Hope to fly on that.
My dream is to fly over the rainbow so HIGH!!!!!!!!!

Gobble Gobble

Do you ever wonder about the table manners that the people around you like your friends or colleagues possess? Or, even if, they possess any at all?

Well I have been observing this for some time now and I am baffled at how manner less people are. I am not talking about the high end fancy restaurant manners where it’s a sin to eat with the fork in the right hand.

There is this type who always make a rattling sound while chewing, it’s a curse to have to listen to them when they savor chips.Khaaach Khaaach…it feels as they have world war-I with the contents after they dig in to the packet, then they sleazily win out on one bite and begins world war II with the teeth and tongue. Loop till the last chip.

Wait! After that the packet is searched thoroughly for any left or broken pieces which were missed out, just like the cops search out for a thief in every nook and corner leaving the perimeters upside down.

Another clan is those who blow out at the hot dish on the table to cool them, making a roaring sound. Grow! Up Dude! this is how your parents fed you as an infant; you can forget it for a while.

You are at a restaurant with a bunch of people and you catch a person from your table checking out what the other tables have ordered. Holy embarrassing!!!

I have a few suggestions for the above and alike categories:

1.   Please don’t rape your pizza by spooning the toppings and then eating the bread in its disgruntled state.

2.   Don’t blow open your table napkin as if you are putting your clothes to dry.

3.   Ask!!! Don’t goof up a mezze platter as a “new Chinese dish”!!!

4.   The smallest spoon is to used as a tea spoon; don’t use it to dig in to the dish straight.

5.   Don’t cut your food in to small pieces all at one go as if you are serving your cat.

6.   Make sure the person you are foot teasing (below the table obviously) is your girl friend \ boy friend.

Bon appetit!

The informed kid

Day before yesterday, while visiting a nearby pharmacy I had a stint at the degree of information (I am skeptical to call it knowledge) kids possess these days.    

 I was standing at the counter and getting the medicines billed when a kid accompanied by his dad (yes, the order mentioned is intentional because that’s what it seemed like) was endorsing a strawberry flavored liquid mouth wash to his dad. “They have flavors in that too!!!?” asked the surprised dad. The kid smiled sheepishly, winked and pointed at the packets of flavored condoms placed there and coolly replied “They have flavors in everything”.

You  should have seen the embarrassed look on his father’s face. It’s ok uncle, we know you didn’t teach him this  or the “what to use when doing IT”.

Surprisingly alarmed? Yes, I was. He was normal.

I guess children (not sure if we should call them children) are over formed or is it that the internet, media, school curriculum gives them enough exposure to be this. They know something fishy goes in between making a baby. They know it’s cool to profess knowledge and expertise about condoms, dildos, sanitary napkins. They ought to know the sizes of the assets designed by God.

My, five year old  niece sighs every February, over the fact that she doesn’t have a valentine to gift her flowers unlike how her dada gifts flowers to her mom. And we thought we should set examples of happy ,loving families to kids to make them better humans.

An eight year old was found sleeping for hours during school hours, the reason of which was later found to be Vodka in his water bottle where you and me carried orange juice at the max. Outdated is the word they use!

During my early college days I heard a bunch of 13-14 odd years old bunch discussing SEX.Oh! they lag behind, we have a set of unwed 13 year old parent from UK.

The informed brass they are!!!!!!!!

Meetha hai!!!!!!!

With a lot of high priority things bugging my head these days, I think I will find solace in writing this light hearted yet the “leaves a smile on your face” reoccurring moment of  life.

Having grown up in a Mediterranean country like Libya, I and my sister had the lesser advantage to savor on the famous summer Indian fruit which is Mango. During our vacation trips to India we would gorge on mangoes, mango pickle, the khatta meetha mango chutney that  biji made and all most every mango laden concoction not to forget litres of mango shake that would be an excuse and tonic to endure the scorching heat.

A peculiar event that always happens during the fruit session after the meals is, examining the mangoes (read greedy tasting) for which everybody in the family turns certified testers. My uncle would cut neat pieces and then say  bada ee miththai hai (meetha hai!!!!).Then biji would tell us her meethe aam stories from Patiala and everyone would start with their experiences. Someone would say the longer ones are better , others would advocate thee red ones and someone would swear the sweetness directly proportional to the shape via langda, choker aam etc etc.

Till date ,without fail my dad advocates his ability to distinguish wadiya aamb(better mangoes) from the bekar hai ones over everybody else’s choice and then say proudly slicing it Meetha hai!!!!!! My sister has this habit of cutting her share of mango slices in beautiful shapes and then she would turn to dad n say…aur khate hain…Meetha hai!!!!! ;).A distant jolly aunt (that's her nature not name) once told me how she secretly hides a mango or two in the flour  container for she is diabetic and no one would let her have her sweet meetha hai moment.

Though I am not an avid mango lover and most of the above did not make any sense to me during my growing years, yet when I think about this sweet moment, I end up smiling and asking my folks ..Meetha hai?

Stanley Ka Dabba

As the name suggests, SKD is about a kids tiffin box as they fondly call it Dabba in India.
Wait... it ain't about the jumpy feeling we all usually had as kids,just before the lunch time to discover the yummy food in the fancy, colorful boxes we carried from home.
It's about the innocence, the learning fire with a day starting with zest and bending creativity round the clock.It's about counting our blessings , for life is a gift to enjoy, learn and share.
Stanley is a sweet and creative kid, good at recitation and verses.He has a zeal to live life and doesn't care about things he doesn't have.Things he doesn't have? No, they are not fancy pencil boxes, bags, shoes or sports wear.It's a mum that he doesn't have who an cook his Dabba.Sad...:(.
He never shares this fact with his friends and manges by drinking water during the recess everyday until his friends figure out the truth and start sharing their dabba with him.
In context is also an insensitive teacher , who outsets him from the class failing to bring a dabba and thinking that he gulped his share (the teacher's share ) from his friends (stanley's friends) dabba.
Baby Stanley , then manages to bring a tiffin to the school after absenting for days as instructed by the "khadoos" teacher,which makes the teachers heart melt.Funny are incidents where this teacher searches the boys during the lunch break to greedily gulp their homemade food.


The movie addresses a  very important social issue.The kid manages to bring the dabba from a "Dhaaba" where he works after school.He prays at night to his late parents and his quest , his smile are unparalleled the next day onwards again,meeting his friends and sharing his food from the dabba with his teachers and friends making up stories how his mother manages to bring the best vegetables from all over Mumbai and Punjab and cook him the best food.
A heart touching story.Scenes look real just like from my and your school.The teachers room conversation reflects different personalities.Picturises Indian household lunch boxes and how they are an integral part of our growing up years and later too. Reminiscence of  our school days as kids.Also reminds us how lunch break unites us with friends, colleagues and teachers too  in this case.

Morning Sickness --------> Morning Lousiness

Morning sickness is what I diagnosed as my pathological /psychological /lame excuse problem but, after some self research on the literally definition I came to know that this a term used to define and describe nausea in expecting mommies. So sans the pregnancy I now call it morning lousiness.

I pledge every night to get up early in the morning -> exercise -> get ready -> eat a healthy breakfast > get some fruits in my bag -> reach office early (even on time would be good for me) -> read ET -> work.

What I do is : get up late in the morning -> mostly do not exercise -> have my healthy breakfast ->watch TV -> read infotainment section \ gossip in the newspaper ->call friends -> chit chat -> lie to my friends that I am all ready -> rush to get ready-> forget the fruits -> reach office late -> work -> eat junk.

The quest to live the perfect life comes from my obsession towards the art of living and positive thinking stuff that I read a lot and follow very little. The above analysis was done when a friend questioned me repeatedly for days, about the reason I get late for work. So it was a kind of serendipity realization.

I was quite an early riser from the very beginning until a friend at my first work place told me how he managed to sleep till late and watch movies in the morning before coming to office and how life was so relaxed for him.

                                                                                                 

Well, one fine morning I was getting ready for work during my early rising days (but still within flipping through the channels) when I noticed Julia Roberts romancing Gere and I couldn’t resist watching Pretty Woman for the fifth time! I reached office around 11:15 am and everything around seemed to be cool. So this gave me all the more courage to watch movies before going to office and hence getting late and having lousy mornings.

That cringing back to bed again and again, lost in dreams, thinking in the head to go early yet sleeping again. Watching TV as if I am Osama tin laden to miss any of my footage on the reel or a highly sought after Hollywood actress. Then hurrying up at a speed, as one would fear missing the last space ship in 2012 to take off the habitation to a protected place.

Seriously doing something when you are least supposed to do it, gives a high, thrilling feeling. Leaves a rebellious streak and king \queen of ones will type of attitude.

 Nevertheless it then becomes routine and then one tries finding ways to prioritize. A vicious circle it is: Control, loose, lose control and end up having a lousy morning.

Driving the Road ahead

Driving the Road ahead

It’s been some while that I had a dependency on my driver or for that matter someone who could drive me around the city. All I thought at such times was “Wish I could drive”. Sigh! I could not drive. I would envy other people driving effortlessly on the roads. Read: jealous too.

Driving, as we all know is a necessary skill these days to help one trot hassle free. So one fine day, down introspection time I made up my mind for the then-so-called Rocket science for me called driving.

So, here started my stint with driving lessons. Stumbling and gearing up I dexterously tried (I was the only one who thought so though) adjusting the power steering in harmony with the accelerator , brake and clutch .Albeit I tried all the possible permutations and combinations for the match making or for match fixing these parameters, I succeeded and failed most of the times. All those readers having the word “expected” in their minds, it is extremely important for you to read the below.

Well there are a lot of preconceived notions that a green horn like me juggles with, in the head regarding driving principles. Some of them being:

a. Driving classes will make you a superb driver.

b. Driving teacher is responsible to click the enable your road sense setting in your grey anatomy tool options and enhance your logical ability.

c. You have to be an A- lister driver within the stipulated two weeks /half hour a day scheme.

d. Something wrong happens on the road every time I drive. (This one is my favorite).

e. No, one understands me.

f. I am just not made for it.

So juggling through all this I completed one course and asked my dad to evaluate me.

Live voice: I actually wanted to show off to my family and was boisterous enough to think that next week onwards I would drive to my work place.

Dads verdict: I still need to learn Forward gears =3/5; Back gear =0/5; steering control=3/5; Efficiency= 2/5; Parking =0/5.I had failed!!!!!!!!!!!  Still the “expected” expression? Read on.

So, of course No one understands me crops in .I won’t give in, come what may is something I imbibed from my mom both genetically and psychologically, so I enrolled to another driving school from where my neighbor pammi aunty learnt draving.Pun and pum intended. Wink wink.

Needless to say something wrong happened on the road every time. The instructor barked at me like a stray dog most of the times. This led me to park the car in a corner and say “Your shouting ain’t making me learn” so Good bye .I took upon DIY (do- it- yourself) approach and ended up hitting my neighbor shammi uncle’s bumper, well not his but his cars’ silly, and thus started my onslaught in the form of being black mailed by the daemon, the only eye witness (evil eye witness I would say), our sweeper for chai paani.

Now I was after my dad to make me learn. He being the dutiful father and wanting his daughters to know the world attempted. So every Sunday morning, we would go the training ground and he would diligently teach me sharing his experiences and how he learnt on his own. He thought I would pick up. He tried and lost his cool when I showed no improvement. This was when I am not made for this crept in. Sigh!!!

The next Sunday morning, of course basking in my failure glory, I was still dozing off in bed when my sweet dad came up and said “Let’s go driving”. I was all smiles. To this day I have shown improvement and I say this because my dad has asked to me apply a Learners this week.Yipee!!!!!

Learning: believe in yourself; never say never even if some friends say “Kitno ko kuchal diya” when you call them all excited to share your driving endeavors.

Sometimes..............

Sometimes…..

Sometimes I ponder…….when the little girl I was, always wanted to grow up so fast…..

Wanted my way,  and my word, and be all that and where I wanted.

I wanted to be this woman who is all so in control, expressed her mind and had a view point.

I wanted to be in the fast lane and achieve it all and stand out….

Now that I am the woman, I crave for the time I was this little girl.

Of the innocence and the moments I owned to dream…of the playful bliss…of not runnin outa the damn time…

Sometimes….

Sometimes ….I am strong to support someone at their mind…

and sometimes my heart is crystal fragile to decide for  myself….

Sometimes I am lost, not to the world…..but to myself….

I am nameless, don’t know my directions….I decipher and manage..

Sometimes I am all love…….sometimes the shrewd tamer….

Sometimes I am tamed and sometimes I tame…..

Sometimes I care for the world around and love ‘ em back…

Sometimes I want to be on my own…..like I don’t own an address or a cell phone…

Sometimes I tend to gaze in to the infinity……….

I dunno what I think….i talk to my existence….

Sometimes I am back to my crazy world………of hopes and aspirations galore…

Sometimes I think of the bright sunny days and the love around me…..

Sometimes life is beautiful….sometimes…………

Of the office pig

Of the office pig

So we all embark on new jobs with a zeal, to achieve it all and rule the world…wa’ow …sounds and feels good, but  then sometimes (sometimes is important , doesn’t happen at all the places) ,months down the line set in monotony ,lean phases iced with the office pigs around to make life all the more miserable.

Yes, I bestow upon them this miraculously filthy name the attributes of which, they are so upbeat about.

So, who qualifies in the category? Well it’s filthy, lickers who describe their presence with aplomb at unrequited places(read always with the managers).

People, your managers’ parents have done a good job bringing them up so they do not need you for oh so small things like rejuvenating them with a coffee cuppa or for that matter flattering them with chocolates and delicacies from home, for once do you think your manger is a handicap? A better dig though: why don’t you smear those chocolates on the manager …and then you know what to do. Ding!!!

Another category is, those trying to impress their female bosses, yeah sweet heart please hold the laptop, but why? Do you think she is expectantly weak or wait…You have a role there? Dong!!!

Quick massages and super jazzy englees can help too.

Another peculiar office pig I hold an acquaintance with, typically fulfills the definition, yes he takes care that our clients eat his favorite cuisine and then  hogs on the left overs once they leave. Dude were you born so uber cool or it some certification that’s helped you? Oops …!!! People, please don’t feel disgusted reading this….such people are a crowning glory.

I am still figuring if they have a help line where in you can report such animals, but MCD uncle please keep them away from the stray dogs…..they might be licked ;)