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Dec 28, 2008

Holidays

I am on a month long holiday. Off responsibilities, off work, off internet. I will be back end of next month. And of course the labyrinth will be active again when I post my experiences :)
See you then.

Happy holidays!

Dec 8, 2008

Adventures of miss little Gini Part 4 (Continued)


On the way back…


Karan’s flight was at 12.30 pm. I was flying the same day, but I had to skip breakfast cz he wanted to be at the airport well in advance. Gosh! He is forty sometimes. Anyways, so I was all cranky and irritable. While leaving for the boarding gate he said, “You can go eat now. Your flight is only at 2.30... So you still have three hours.”
“Yes I will”

Pushkar had come to drop us to the airport too. So we decide to go to terminal E to eat. Obviously, international terminals have better food options, and I felt like eating a sandwich so I had to find a good sandwich place. Nothing else I knew would satisfy me but a sandwich.

We took the shuttle and reached the terminal. The restaurants were not great, no dine-in. But we managed to find a decent sandwich place and I ordered an oven roasted chicken sandwich, chips and drink. Yumm. Yeah there are times when food is the priority in my life. I can just smell taste and feel it. And that’s all matters for me in that moment. Fooooooood… top it with conversation.

After I had my oven roasted chicken sandwich meal, I felt so satisfied. Now it was time to take the shuttle back to the terminal A. Just before I was to get down, I thought it would be a good idea to keep my printed tickets handy. After all I should be responsible and a little more organized. So here I go… I have a look at the tickets and WHAT???

I didn’t know how to react. As always, in such a situation I took escape to laughing. I looked at Pushkar and said, “I think I have missed my flight.”
He didn’t believe me. He had a look at the tickets himself. “OMG yes it’s true. You missed your flight.” And to my surprise he started laughing too.
So we rushed to the counter and then my old style whining starts again… “Give me a minute madam”
Silence…
“Yes ma’am today has been a very busy day. I doubt if we can put you on a different flight. So… hey wait. Ms. Bhardwaj, you are lucky. The plane you were to fly on got delayed. It’s still on the gate.”
“NOWAY! Are you kidding me? LOL. Thanks”

Wow. Thank god!

Well yeah, since I checked in late my bag didn’t arrive Peoria with me. Took one extra day. And I had all my basic stuff, make up in that bag and I had to live without my favorite perfume for one whole day. But all is well cz I got my bag in one piece with nothing missing, broken or stolen from it.

I have recovered from the trip, had two busy days at work and am out of that mood now. But this story definitely had to make it to my blog.

Adventures of miss little Gini Part 4



Yes, this is a sequel. But this one is a different trip. I was in Boston for holiday this year. I loved the city. It’s young, beautiful and has a very traditional feel to it. It’s a big city for sure, but still very chilled out and pretty clean. My stay there was interesting and it is definitely on my to-return list. But my journey to and from Boston was equally interesting.

I was supposed to fly out of Peoria at 6 am. Which meant that I should have left home by five. A friend came to drop me to the airport and called me from the parking lot to tell me that he arrived ten minutes before five. I opened my sleepy eyes and said hello; and looked at the time and SNAP!! I was supposed to wake up and four and pack for the trip.

“Do you want to come upstairs and wait, I might take around 15 minutes.”
“Alright”

Phew! Rush! Brush! Pack! Change! Off to airport!

“I am so sorry. I don’t know how I over slept” (Such a lie. As if this happened first time)
“That’s alright”
“Yeah, it’s too early for me to be up”
“Looks like you are not a morning person”
“Yeah I am surely not”
Music in the car
“Crap!! I forgot my Passport”
“What? Really? It’s too late to go back to get it now”
“Never mind, I have my state ID. Just that I will have a holiday where I won’t be allowed in any clubs or bars, but that’s fine. I should have remembered before leaving home. I do this every time. Always forget something or the other. Last time it was toothbrush, so I managed but this time it’s my passport, I can’t buy a new passport from Boston. But it’s my fault. … “ (Too much whining)

“Okay okay I will drop you off and get your passport from your room. Just hope that I get back in time” “Really? I don’t want to bother you (you are so good but it will surely be great if you get it for me thanks) Thanks” Ticket Counter – Security check - Board plane “Ma’am, some one left this for you” “Thanks” (OMG finally I have it. My passport! Oh my passport)

Off to Boston. Vacation. Fun times. Wonderful!!

Contd...

Nov 21, 2008

Here is text from an e-mail that I received and thought you should read it…

Monica married Hitesh this day. At the end of the wedding party, Monica's mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook. With Rs.1000 deposit amount.

Mother: 'Monica, take this passbook. Keep it as a record of your marriage life. When there's something happy and memorable happened in your new life, put some money in. Write down what it's about next to the line. The more memorable the event is, the more money you can put in. I've done the first one for you today. Do the others with Hitesh.When you look back after years, you can know how much happiness you've had.' Monica shared this with Hitesh when getting home. They both thought it was a great idea and were anxious to know when the second deposit can be made.

This was what they did after certain time:
- 7 Feb: Rs.100, first birthday celebration for Hitesh after marriage
- 1 Mar: Rs.300, salary raise for Monica
- 20 Mar: Rs.200, vacation trip to Bali
- 15 Apr: Rs.2000, Monica got pregnant
- 1 Jun: Rs.1000, Hitesh got promoted
... And so on...

However, after years, they started fighting and arguing for trivial things. They didn't talk much. They regretted that they had married the most nasty people in the world.... no more love...Kind of typical nowadays, huh? One day Monica talked to her Mother: 'Mom, we can't stand it anymore. We agree to divorce. I can't imagine how I decided to marry this guy!!!' Mother: 'Sure, girl, that's no big deal. Just do whatever you want if you really can't stand it. But before that, do one thing first. Remember the saving passbook I gave you on your wedding day? Take out all money and spend it first. You shouldn't keep any record of such a poor marriage.'

Monica thought it was true. So she went to the bank, waiting at the queue and planning to cancel the account. While she was waiting, she took a look at the passbook record. She looked, and looked, and looked. Then the memory of all the previous joy and happiness just came up her mind. Her eyes were then filled with tears. She left and went home.

When she was home, she handed the passbook to Hitesh, asked him to spend the money before getting divorce. The next day, Hitesh gave the passbook back to Monica. She found a new deposit of Rs.5000. And a line next to the record: 'This is the day I notice how much I've loved you thru out all these years. How much happiness you've brought me.'

They hugged and cried, putting the passbook back to the safe. Do you know how much money they had saved when they retired? I did not ask. I believe the money did not matter any more after they had gone thru all the good years in their life.

Nov 13, 2008

Saddi dilli!!

My day at work started by reading a friend’s blog. And I was so surprised to see how much I can relate to it. She wrote it in a very nice way. So I blame this feeling of nostalgia on her!! I was writing a comment on her blog, and I figured that I have written such a long one that may be I should include it here in my blog. To read Payal’s blog click here.

I totally agree with what I read. Couldn’t have agreed more. Just after we leave the place where we grew up, we start looking at it in a different light. When i was in Delhi, I used to crib about the crowd and rush. And how everything is so noisy and busy. But now after moving to US, when I got a chance to stay in smaller cities, I realized… I freaking need to move back to a big city. The rush, noise, business is a part of my life. It flows in my body like blood (exaggeration). Back then; places like chandni chawk or our local bazar were way too low as per standards of my friends and me… I used to make sure I am not spotted there by anyone I know. I used to hate going to the local market to get household stuff… things that I thought my mom loved to do… shopping for spices, brooms and mops, getting her duppattas dyed, buying vegetables… Gosh! Ask me how much I used to hate it.

I was talking to my sister last night and she is in the same phase. Exactly same. She hates it all as well. I didn’t know what to tell her. How to make her feel better about the whole situation? And what timing… I read this blog today. I am going to make her read it too.

See how attached we get to the things we detest at one point of time. Just because it’s there. And now since I have been away for long. When I visit, I just love everything about it.. It's so different and distinctive! The crowd is not a bunch of random people anymore; it’s more like a set of individuals with unique traits and interesting characteristics... the gullies, the shops, the architecture! It’s all so charming and enticing now… Now I know the worth of the title I was carrying around back in college ‘ms. dilli’ (of course it was just for fun, but now I love it) Why? I don’t know; and would never know.

All I know is that here when I talk about Delhi, I speak with pride and make it a point that world knows that there’s nothing like… SADDI DILLI ;)

Nov 8, 2008


I love coffee; so much so that I can’t live through a single day peacefully without it. My coffee drinking habit has been addressed in various ways… including mental disorder, addiction, rehab required, coffee-holism, drug of choice and what not. But I look at it in a different way. For me, it’s a cup of bliss! And yes it is (at least for me). I think, with other perks and allowances, my future employer should provide me with a coffee machine on my desk as well.

I know coffee is not poison, it won’t kill me. Even if I have 3 cups a day, every day… until I die! But the discomfort is about the habit! My day doesn’t start without a cup of black coffee. I need a cup to wake me up, and the next one to gimme a kick to start working, and the third one to keep me going after lunch. I try to skip the fourth one mostly. But if I get home and I am too tired and don’t think will make it to 10 o’clock, I have to have one more. Well yeah, I know it’s a lot. At least that’s what people say. But there is nothing much I can do about it.

Now the real problem comes when I don’t get my required supply of daily caffeine. Obviously I feel sick that entire day. And grumpy. And irritable. And don’t forget the constant headache. That's the time when no one on this earth should mess with me. Either he will have a hard time tolerating me, or it will be a torture for myself. And imagine If I am visiting someone, and the person doesn’t drink coffee. I am dead then! Right then. And I head straight out to look for coffee. Well not really… but it’s hard. So hard. So very hard to survive.

Anyways, it’s time for my coffee… I will conclude this later :)

Oct 20, 2008

Support a cause!

It’s all about me, my family and my friends. My world is limited to my people. That’s how the world thinks; If not all, most of us. We don’t care about what goes on outside of it. Cancer, asthma, heart attacks, deaths, violence, injuries! We don’t think about it, until someone from our personal world is affected by it.

How many of us have ignored the fliers publicizing a cause-supporting event? Walk for breast cancer, run for healthy hearts, bake-sale for the orphans, donate for hurricane sufferers, fund raisers for soldiers and many more like that. I know I have, and I know many of you have. Have we ever thought what difference can that make? It can save many lives and lives of the families of the ones suffering. All it takes is a little thoughtfulness, a little time, and just a little effort.

Stop it, before it affects your own world. It’s never too late. Be a part of the campaign. Choose your cause, and support it!

Life is not just about having fun, there is more to it. Add meaning to your life. Please… Support a cause. Any cause. And make a difference!

Oct 14, 2008

Adventures of miss little Gini Part 3

Suggestion: Before you proceed, make sure you read Parts 1 and 2

Late in the night, I landed in Atlanta. Honestly, I was a little (just a little) nervous at that moment… more because my phone was dead.

Thank Karan that he booked a nice hotel for me and I had a place to stay in this new unexplored city. I took the shuttle and rode to the hotel. “Nice!” I said. And once I got to the hotel, my nervousness faded away. Completely. I was back to being myself, in fact better.

“Welcome to Marriott hotels Ms. Bhardwaj, hope you have a great night”

Ah! That felt so good… after a tiring journey, I finally had a relaxed night in the super comfi bed and nice smelling linens. No e-mail, no phone. I felt the peace that a person would feel only after he dies. Ah! So good…

Next day:

Good Mooooooooooooooorning Atlanta! Here I come…

Checked out of the hotel, took the train I had a blast in the city… country’s biggest aquarium, downtown Atlanta, Lenox mall, train station food court and for that matter, just the feel of an unknown city. I was overwhelmed.

My mind was over flowing with thoughts; memories, comparisons, nostalgia, excitement, plans, questions and what not. Besides battling with the millions and millions of thoughts running in and out of my mind, I spent the entire day, going around the town and striking mini-conversations with the strangers. I even got to play the guess-my-age game with a bunch of people on the way. Risky eh!

Finally I saw my dream of traveling alone, come true. Tourism, maps, trains, shopping, nice peaceful lunch, reading… Perfect!

Who wouldn’t look forward to such a Monday??

P.S. For pictures, check facebook.

Finally I took my flight back to Peoria. And my journey ended with a healthy conversation with an intelligent man from Accenture. I love interesting meaningful conversations. I couldn’t think of a better way to conclude this little adventure.

Finally at eleven at night, I was back home. Not tired at all… Just content and delighted! I did loose some time, money and my very faithful sweat jacket during this trip. But I still returned satisfied, with plans of my next vacation running through my head…
That’s how we are – me and my life – just completely unpredictable!

That night when I went to bed, all I could think of, was to thank god for such a wonderful time and making my life just the opposite of boring.

I love you god!

Adventures of miss little Gini Part 2

Suggestion: Before you proceed, make sure you read Part 1


Saturday was fun! And very soon, it was Sunday afternoon, and that is time for me to leave. Beautiful day, and tired me. After the Friday incidence, I wanted to take control of my life and be a little organized. So I checked the flight status online and was happy to see it was on time. My friends dropped me off to the airport; we said good byes (bdw, that’s the part I hate the most in any holiday).

I got to the boarding gate, and was standing in the queue to get my seating arrangements taken care of. The screen there was showing weather and other stuff about the destination city, and I was trying to see if I should keep my jacket out or just pack it in the bag. And WHAT THE HELL was that! Did I just see that the flight was late? Never mind, it’s just forty-five minutes; I can still catch the connecting flight. I should just be a little more alert and active when I get down. Nothing to worry about.

DON”T TELL ME! An hour and a half delay? What? Now they say two hours? Two hours and thirty-five minutes? GOSH! Three? Is three final? Sigh! There is no way I can catch the connection. Just impossible!

“Ok Mr. Delta guy, when is the next flight?”
“We only have one flight per day”
“Are you kidding me? When is the next one? Where will I stay the night?”
“The next flight is at 8.35 pm tomorrow. And since the delay is due to weather conditions, we are unable to arrange accommodations for you”
“8.35 pm tomorrow? And what am I supposed to do till then? And wait, do you want me to sleep at the Atlanta airport?”
“Sorry for the inconvenience ma’am, but we don’t have anything else available for you”
“Thank you for your help, which was really not of any help to me. But I know you are doing your job” (Straight face and super sarcastic tone!)

So now what? Should I go back to New Jersey where I was staying? Or should I fly to Atlanta? Without much of brainstorming, I figured out that flying to Atlanta and staying there for the night would be a good idea. So three hours later than the scheduled time, I was in air, on my way to Atlanta.

To be continued…

Adventures of miss little Gini Part 1

If I don't make it big enough in the engineering profession, I can still be rich. Two options: 1. Either get my auto biography published in a book OR 2. Sell it to a filmmaker. Seriously! With the number of adventurous happening in my life, I am sure it would sell! And don't be surprised if you find yourself sitting in your child's bedroom at night reading him/her 'Adventures of miss little gini'.

Let me quote an example. Let's not go too far, and relive a recent weekend in my life.

Remember my last blog? Well if you don't go back and read it…

Anyways, so why I mentioned it is because it would tell you how much I hate waking up early everyday for work. To leave at seven, I have to wake up latest by five thirty. Why? Cz I am a girl. Well that's not important. But yeah Friday morning, I think I was already in my weekly T.G.I.F mood. I opened my eyes, and WOW the clock shows seven. 'No way' I said. Now I had exactly 7-8 minutes to get ready. Jumped out of bed, grabbed the first thing that came to my hand and rushed to work.


The day was okay, I don’t want to count the running around at work that day, cz it definitely isn’t as big as the other stuff that was coming to me as a surprise. I got back home at forty minutes past four that evening and I had to catch a flight to Philadelphia at 6.15 pm. Yes, the very same day. And halleluiah! I had not packed yet. I had luckily made arrangements to get to the airport, and the cab driver said he would pick me up at five. But somehow, I managed to pack, change, and rush to the ATM to get some cash to pay the driver. And I was at the hotel door at sharp five; waiting for him to come and pick me up. I look at my watch, and CRAP!! It’s 5.25 and he wasn’t there.


Any normal human being (especially if it’s a girl) would freak out and start to panic! But nope! This isn’t the first time I am in such a situation. I was worried definitely, but was trying to figure out what to do. People had just gotten back from work so no one was answering my calls, and the cab driver decided to ignore my calls too. God bless Patrick! He showed up as my savior; A ray of hope in the dark stormy moment. And he agreed to drop me off to the airport. And we started walking towards his car, while I explained how the cab guy ditched me. And while getting into the car, he asked, “So how do we get to the airport?” Holy shit!! “I don’t know” I said. And at 5.40 we were still at the hotel, trying to figure out how to get to the airport. Somehow I managed to reach ‘just in time’. Obviously I was the last one to board the plane that evening. But who cares, as long as they let me in, all is well.
Relaxed, and pacified, I sat in the plane, and before I knew I was in Chicago. Yay!! No wait; too early to be happy sweetie… the next flight is two hours late. Never mind. After all the rush, I didn’t mind kicking it at the airport.


I decided to call my friends and catch up with them. Yeah right, at the end of two hours my phone battery started to die out. “It’s okay, I can talk. Will charge it when I get to phily… so what were we talking about…”


Two hours over and I reach Philadelphia at 1.30 am.

To be continued…


Oct 9, 2008

Smooth

On the way to work, my friends were talking about getting free breakfasts. Some of them always find free food after meetings, events etc. and I was wondering how come I never found any free food? I know I am not that non-vigilant. So how come I never found any food? Hmmm.. I said. And confessed in front of them that I have never been able to get any kind of free food from the office, unless it was for everybody.

And I walk into the building café to get breakfast. My all time favorite: whole-wheat bagel, low fat cream cheese and starbucks regular coffee with irish cream. And then I walked to the counter to pay for it. And my head was thinking… 5 dollars again. Sigh! Especially for some one who didn’t get paid this time.

So here I arrive at the counter and open my mouth to tell what I am having today, and before I could say anything, the lady says “He gotcha!” and points towards a guy out in the hallway. “What??” I said. “He paid for your breakfast”. No wait, I understand that. My ‘what’ was because I don’t even know him. But never mind, I think it was smooth. And I admire polished, smooth men (knowing that there are just a few of them left on earth, rest are just too busy playing Mr. Cool).

I walked out with the free breakfast, feeling kinda obligated to talk to him. So here I go… “Thanks for the breakfast”… and a little conversation for about half a minute or so. But, no introduction, no names exchanged.

And I come to my cubicle wondering, what exactly was it supposed to mean? Did he want to strike a conversation, or was he hitting on me? Well, I chose the easy way out-ask a friend!

Sowmyatta: BDW, i have a question about guys
Sowmyatta: if you don’t know some one and he buys you breakfast, without you knowing it... what does it mean? i think it means he wants to initiate a conversation... right or wrong?
Alexander: he's interested
Sowmyatta: to talk?
Alexander: haha
Alexander: he's interested in talking and probably likes you
Sowmyatta: hmmm
Sowmyatta: ok
Sowmyatta: but is it a subtle way to approach?
Alexander: not really
Sowmyatta: then?
Alexander: i guess it's a subtle move
Alexander: a lil bold, but it's definitely a way of trying to get your attention :)
Sowmyatta: hmmmm
Alexander: somebody has a crush on you!!!
Sowmyatta: haha, I don’t think so

So huh, really? Well doesn’t matter. I don’t even know if we will meet ever again. And I am not acting naive either. Just want to hear it from the horse's mouth. (P.S. Alex, I am not calling you a horse here!).
The reason why I am writing this is not because I want to tell the world about the guy. Or want to show off or something.... There are two main points I want to make:

1. Watch your words when you talk! Refer to the first paragraph for details.

2. Confidence and subtlety gets noticed for good. Point to be noted, for both girls and boys. (Is it the pre-effect of the Business etiquette lunch I am about to go to today? haha)



Oct 6, 2008

What goes on at work?

A piece of chat ...

Guy: How do you like your men?

Guy: Well done?

Girl: Are you talking about my men or eggs at ihop?

Guy: Haha

Girl: I like my men just as I like my coffee… Strong, Smooth and Sweet :)

Guy: Hmmm, interesting

Girl: So how do you like your women?

Guy: Hot mocha with lots of sugar

Oct 2, 2008

That’s me... The commitment-phobe. The unmarriageable. It is not about how the word “marriage” freaks me out, but how I run away from commitments. This thought came into my mind yesterday while sitting in the CAT career information session.

They were talking about how after training rotations, the employee had to commit to the hiring business unit for 3-4 years. And as soon as Stephanie said this, millions of thoughts ran through my mind. (Stephanie was the speaker by the way). Instead of thinking about the job I was thinking how would I be able to commit to the job for four years? How will I be able to stay in the same city for four years? How will I go to work and see the same faces for four years? And talking about city, it is Peoria of all the places. No no no! That’s impossible!

I always ran away from steady relationships, as I knew it’s hard for me to stick around for a long time. But now they talk about commitment to the job? I feel like I am about to get wed to the job or something! I don’t have a job yet, but I already have butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

It doesn’t mean I am not loyal. I am loyal to the core. But I don’t want to be restricted. I should see an open end always, open options… The idea of being told to be there doesn’t get into my system.

My unstable mind is not letting me get used to this fact of being at the same place for four goddamn years! May be it’s about the place. Or is it just about me? Considering my history, I have moved thrice, to three different towns already; all in one and a half years. And I am all set to move the fourth time, gladly! I love my gypsy life!

Now the thought of sticking around in the same place is just driving me nuts. HELP!

Sep 25, 2008

Back page of my journal



In anyone’s notebook, the back page is the most personal of all the pages. It’s quite unethical to dig into some one’s personal belongings (the last page of journals in this case), but I am blessed with this habit. I wouldn’t want to leave any chance of getting to know the person better, for good or for bad. So sometimes I secretly used to peep into those last few pages in the notebooks of my pals. And of course this was before we all went paperless.

To your surprise, you can get to know a lot about the owner of that notebook. I found a lot of stuff there… Some were scribblers, some organizers, mathematicians, self-obsessed, and some sketchers. Other things I found there were phone numbers, random thoughts, budgeting, famous quotes, and even personal thoughts. These are like key words to the owner’s personality.

If we talk about my journal’s back page, I would say I have been through phases. I started with being an autograph taker (of course the signatures were mine). Tried different styles and ways to sign. I have been a scribbler too. I used to write the darnest stuff ever! Comments on people walking by, how I love being with some one, or how I hate the chemistry class. You could find it all on that page. And yeah how can we forget the tic-tac-toe and F.L.A.M.E.S!!

Even now, I like to write comments about people, funny, weird, sometimes really mean too… in classrooms, at airports, cafeteria, malls, could be just anywhere. I also wrote interesting stuff sometimes, like a quote that I read on billboard while traveling on a bus, or what I felt like when I was on the way to an interview, or when I was just sitting by the window watching the rain pour…

I always prayed that no one reads them, but could never quit the habit.

My favorite was professor cartoons. Hehe! And yeah, I wrote articles too! Yes I confess! I have written articles and blogs while in class that somehow turned out to be the most interesting ones.

And guess what… the blog you just read was written on the back page of my logbook, while sitting in the lab. Ah! Now you know what I am talking about!

Sep 22, 2008

Morning blues!


Getting so early to work is a big deal for me

7 in the morning! Ah! It’s an ordeal for me

An everyday challenge, I don’t know how I manage

Every morning I forcefully open my eyes

And drag myself out of the bed

I splash water on the still-so-sleepy eyes

Only to turn them in to burning red

Every day I wonder why that happens

But not finding the answer, I just move on

Breakfast and dressing up!

Putting on the work clothes and make up on

I enjoy dressing up for work

Formals and heels

But I hate to sacrifice

That extra half an hour of morning sleep

For me, it’s nothing less than bliss

Rushing through the cup of morning coffee

I wonder what the day beholds

Planning, planning and some more

I wonder why I have to follow the clock

Why can’t I just go when I want to?

Oh yeah!

Cz if I get to do that, I will never go…



Sep 17, 2008

Little things matter


I came across this little speech somewhere... After Sept. 11th, one company invited the remaining members of other companies who had been decimated by the attack on the Twin Towers to share their available office space. At a morning meeting, the head of security told stories of why these people were alive. And all the stories were just:
the 'L I T T L E' things.

Little things that make our days annoying. Like when we spill coffee on our desks, when we are rushing to catch a bus and the boring neighbor stops us to say hi and ask hows everything going, when we drive to work and the guy right ahead of us drives at 20 mph on a 45 mph speed zone, when your boss gives you that extra work right when you are ready to leave...

The security head told the survivors...
As you might know, the head of the company survived that day because his son started kindergarten..
Another fellow was alive because it was his turn to bring donuts.
One woman was late because her alarm clock didn't go off in time.
One was late because of being stuck in an auto accident.
One of them missed his bus.
One spilled food on her clothes and had to take time to change.
One's car wouldn't start.
One went back to answer the telephone.
One had a child that dawdled and didn't get ready as soon as he should have.
One couldn't get a taxi.

Now when I am stuck in traffic, miss an elevator, turn back to answer a ringing telephone, spill things... I think to myself, this is exactly what I am supposed to be doing at this moment. I don't get annoyed by this any more.

Next time your morning seems to be going wrong, the children are slow getting dressed, you can't seem to find the car keys, you hit every traffic light, don't get mad or frustrated; God is at work watching over you!

May we all be blessed with all those annoying little things that make our life and may we remember their possible purpose.

Sep 11, 2008

War between languages!

The Republic of India, Federal republic Parliamentary democracy, with a population of 1,132,446,000, and official languages of Hindi and English. Most people in this country speak Hindi; it’s a declared official language along with English.

British brought English with them. They left the country in 1947, but I think they forgot to take their language with them. We owe them for this! Really! After all, India’s large English speaking population is what’s bringing more global business to the country. On a more personal ground, I feel that it’s easier (at least for me) to communicate my thoughts in English than in Hindi. I can say anything deep, meaningful and convoluted in English without making it sound too dramatic or tacky. Several examples exist. Imagine an evening when the guy drops his girlfriend back home after a date. While bidding good bye, he says ‘I love you sweet heart. Have a good night.’ Sounds normal right? Well let’s try this in Hindi now… Translation in simple day-to-day use Hindi would be ‘Jaanu, main tumse bahut pyar karta hu. Asha karta hu ki tumhari raat achchi beete’ Damn!! What a turn off! That was one. Now I don’t even want to go into translations of the curse words.

But I am sure it’s not the case for all. Some might feel more comfortable speaking in Hindi. Girls… How many times have you heard ‘I wanna friendship (read as phrandsip) with you’ or ‘I doesn’t goes there’. Ridiculous! But what I don’t understand is, why do these dudes even use English at all? Proposing a girl for friendship or whatever, is definitely not the best time to practice/improve your English speaking skills. Especially when you are talking to an Indian girl, who surely speaks Hindi (or at least one the regional language). Clearly, they are trying to play ‘cool dudes’.

So here is my point… Why a ‘cool dude’ talks only in English? Is speaking in Hindi that un-cool in a country called Hindustan? Strange!

It is becoming a social norm slowly. Go to any big city, and you will hear the youngsters talking, walking and mocking the language. It sure is cooler, but that still doesn’t make Hindi un-cool. In spite of being the official language, Hindi is not that well accepted by the so-called-sophisticated society. Just a few minutes ago, I was ridiculed for the reason that I studied in a school where the medium of instruction was Hindi. Hell no! All my courses (Mathematics, Science, Reading, and of course English) were taught in English. Only social studies were in Hindi. Which actually made me pretty proficient in the language. I read some famous Hindi literature also. It gave me an insight to a different perceptive. I am sure the Indian youth is missing out on this kind of literary work. But when I moved to a different school after 8th grade it was taught in English. But wait a minute, Hindi or English, how does that matter? Is that a reason to laugh at some one? Did it make a difference in what kind of person I am? Or how I talk? Or how I think? Well I don’t think it did, except it exposed me to a native world which is hidden from a lot of my fellows.

So instead of feeling low about being laughed at, I feel proud of myself. And like myself even more J By this post, all I want to convey to the readers is that don’t let English over shadow our own language, Hindi. You might feel more comfortable speaking in one or the other language, but please don’t disrespect the language, don’t type cast it. Next time when you talk to me, I might not speak a single Hindi word, but always know that I love the language!!



Aug 26, 2008

In the bud

Day 1: August 23rd, 08

Finally, I reached Illinois safe, sound and in one piece (though I broke wheels and zippers of my suitcases, yeah 4 of them blah!). Don’t even ask me about packing. I had to pack my entire house in three freaking suitcases and that took me like... forever! Couldn’t even sleep Friday night for the same reason. I had to donate half of the stuff, half of the rest was trashed, and half of the left was distributed or just left in the house. So technically I have only quarter of what I owned. I don’t mind getting rid of clutter, but what sucked was to throw away some of my precious (had memories attached or were gifted, that is) possessions. Poor me!! But somehow, I managed to leave for the airport with my puffy sleep deprived eyes, wet hair and super stuffed suitcases. To my surprise, guess whom I met at the airport? Dang! That’s Dr. Verma and his wife. I love them. I got so excited, though it didn’t show in my behavior cz I was having a hard time keeping myself together. But it was a great start. What better can you ask for than good wishes right before a new start (especially when you know no one in the new place)?

So I paid a good amount of money to get all three bags checked in, and finally boarded the plane. It was the first time I was flying with Northwest. Don’t ask me if it was good or bad, somehow I find all the major players same, more or less. But yes, I reached Illinois and checked in to the hotel. Luckily, I met another intern at the airport. After loading our luggage in our respective rooms, we decided to go out and look for a place to eat at. I was literally starving! I wanted foooooooooood. I controlled my mood swing and tried to put up a smile and we both exited the hotel. And dang!! Right outside is the mall. Haha! So you cross the road and there is the mall. We headed straight to the mall, and got a big box of Chinese food packed (so that it lasts for two meals). My company was nice. I like her name, Marquita! Reminds me of margarita… finally I was hanging out with a girl.

Day 2: August 24th, 08

Felt like I had a jetlag!! Yeah moving from Oklahoma to Illinois, same time zone! It actually was just a messed up sleeping schedule. I was very excited, and was looking forward to the first day of work. Took a long shower, made sure I looked fresh and ready for the orientation day at work. And yes, I did.

Day 3: August 25th, 08

OMG! I was actually at Caterpillar Inc. All dressed up in formal attire. A day long orientation about n number of topics; ranging from safety, company policy, expectations, to sexual harassment. I liked the last topic the most for the reason that the orator was amazing. Honestly, they didn’t have to spend an hour and a half for that subject. But I loved the way the presenter spoke. He had that spark, that energy in his voice and expressions. I would love to be able to talk like him.

All in all it was fun. I loved the day and came home satisfied and liking my organization.

Day 4: August 26th, 08

Wow! It’s surprising how god knows exactly what I don’t like, and put me in the same situation again and again. Yeah right! I got my job description. And guess what!!! I will be working with CAT-Electronics, R&D Tech Center and I am supposed to develop a code for a dozer. It might be a dream job for any electrical engineer. And yes it does sound very impressive and interesting. Interesting, yes it is. But you know what, I don’t enjoy software (at least that’s a very polite way of saying it). And surprisingly, I always end up in a software development team. Phew! The memories of struggling with my research project are very fresh in my mind. Yes, they still haunt me. But of course not any longer. Cz I got one more nightmare to live. Boohoo!!

So of course, I will give it yet another shot. Hope I start disliking it a little less. My team is nice, and they are willing to help all the time. I would hate to disappoint them. so let’s see how far I go with this.

And the story begins…

Aug 14, 2008

New York, New York!




New York City is one of the most mesmeric cities in the world. Every metro bred’s dream city, New York, is a blend of the most contemporary and the historic. This deadly combination adds charm to the already-so-charming city. While walking through the crowded streets here, you will witness the most modern form of architecture and living. Roads are occupied by swamps of people rushing to their destinations, bright yellow cabs and they are surrounded by tall sky scrapers representing the new age. Be it the ride in the open bus; travel in a subway, view from atop the empire state, eating in an ethnic restaurant, shopping in a fashion store, morning by the statue of liberty or evening at time square… everything about this city is enticing.

The diversity that it has to offer to visitors is just wonderful. I mentioned the old-new contrast of the city, but didn’t put light on various other aspects. It happens to be the economic capital of the United States of America. For people like me, who love money in various forms, get a high by merely strolling at the Wall Street. Viewing the National Stock Exchange was like a shot of vodka for me :P The ground zero, was another cite that touched my heart. No one can feel the real intensity of the 9/11 event until they visit this. The ground is still being cleared. It’s like a hollow in a prospering, vertically growing borough.

Talking about New York City, and not talking about food? Unfair!! The city houses thousands of restaurants. I heard from someone that if you stay in NYC and eat at a different restaurant each day, it will take you 37 years to try all of them out. It has eating places ranging from a road side vendor to 7 stars. Millions of options, thousands of places, hundreds of cuisines… Some places are frequently visited by celebrities. NYC is also an artist’s paradise. It has numerous art galleries, museums, and theaters. If you are a fashion fanatic, you need to come to NYC several times in your life. This city has an unmatchable style statement in every facet. Truly, even the night life livers and the party animals would love it too. There is no single minute when this place goes dead. It has something for everyone.

My trip was a short trip on the 4th of July weekend. Two days are not even enough to even scratch the land. Technically I couldn’t see much of it, only visited the major attractions. But I am glad I got the chance to get on top of Empire state building to see the city, a glance. It has a romance attached to it. I am already in love with the place. It seems like it’s calling me back. I must visit again, and for a longer duration.

The more I try to describe this place, the less it seems to me. My attempt to describe it in words would be injustice to the profundity of this divine place. So my recommendation: Do go visit! Feel it! And I assure you that you won’t be disappointed.

TIP FOR TRAVELERS: Don’t step out in your sexy heels or cute flip flops, Sneakers or Tennis Shoes would be the best bet! I decided to wear my new flip flops thinking it would be comfortable. But trust me it was not a good decision, cz as a result I got a severe foot ache and back ache.




Aug 11, 2008

The Scooter Quiz!

Waah Suneel Babu, naya scooter? Let’s see if you can ride it the Indian way…

I came across this interesting article about traffic in India. We Indians of course know how good or bad it is. So, think you can ride a scooter like an Indian? Take this simple test and find out!

1. If you were an Indian and you drove a scooter to work, where would you park it?

(a) In the parking lot

(b) In the most inconvenient place you could find to create an impediment for pedestrians

(c) In your office


2. If you were an Indian and you bought a new scooter and your friend asked you about the size of the bike, “size” in this instance refers to?

(a) The power of the engine

(b) How many people can fit on it


3. If you were an Indian riding your scooter in peak hour, what part of the road would you most likely need to ride on?

(a) The footpath

(b) The side of the road with the oncoming traffic


4. If you were an Indian riding your scooter into the oncoming traffic on the wrong side of the road and someone in a 4WD who formed part of the oncoming traffic beeped at you to get out of the way, would you?

(a) Move as quickly as possible to avoid injury or death

(b) Give them a baffled look

(c) Curse them


5. If you were an Indian riding your scooter and you encountered a red traffic light, would you?

(a) Stop and wait for it to turn green

(b) Ignore it – traffic lights disturb the ride, they are for suckers and foreigners


6. If rest of the traffic is stopping at the signal, and you have no choice but to stop, what will you do?

(a) Stop behind the last vehicle at the signal

(b) Honk at the vehicles stopped for the signal, what fools

(c) Stay calm, and implement your balancing skills to make way though the rest of the traffic and reach the front of the traffic so that you can zoom-vroom when its green


7. If you were an Indian and you had precious cargo on your scooter, like say, your entire family, helmets would be worn:

(a) Always

(b) Never, you can fit more people on the bike that way


8. If you are an Indian driving a scooter, what will you do when you see pedestrians on the road?

(a) Wait for them to cross the road

(b) Give them a stare, honk at them and keep going-after all you are the one who has THE scooter.


9. If you are an Indian, what will you do while changing lanes?

(a) Indicate and change lanes swiftly without disturbing traffic

(b) Indicate? What’s that? Just drive where ever there is empty space on the road. I am the king on the road


10. On a right or left turn, what will you do?

(a) Stop, indicate and wait for it to be cleared, and then go

(b) If you stop once, you will have to stop for an hour. Go make your own way!


Answers:

1 (b); 2 (b); 3 (a) and (b); 4 (b) and (c); 5 (b); 6 (b) or (c); 7 (b); 8 (b); 9 (b); 10 (b)

If your answers match, CONGRATULATIONS!! You are eligible to take your scooter on the road. If the answers don’t match, go ahead anyway. You can always bribe the cop. Please note, be a good citizen. If you love your family, take care of your own life!!

(Disclaimer: This is only a fun quiz! No offense to the country or the country men)

Aug 10, 2008

Chronicle of my lost possession



I have this habit of wanting to do stuff which is unusual for a person in my position. I am professionally an electronics and communications engineer, pursuing my master degree in telecommunications from University of Oklahoma. How does it sound? Geeky! But I have very non-geeky interests; sketching, traveling, writing, talking, public speaking, reading, dancing, exploring new places/activities, trying out new cuisines, shopping, and some more shopping. All in all I think I am a fun loving person. Not quite easily found in such a profession.

So like my many other not-so-nerdy interests, I developed another unusual one. It was to learn how to play a guitar. The urge was very strong this time. I tried looking for instructors, but by the time I made arrangements, it was time for me to leave my country. And then I landed in the US with an unfulfilled dream. But it kept poking me in the back of my head all this while.

Soon after I moved to Tulsa, I happened to meet John, a friend of my friends. And bingo! Our tastes in music matched exactly; songs, artists, lyrics etc. And to top that, he was an amazing guitarist. I appreciate talent, so was instantly impressed. I would always see him at Anand’s house, where he would either be talking about music, or playing his guitar. I enjoy live music to the core. So that used to be a great entertainment for me while having dinner. But that string strumming revoked my long hibernating wish of learning how to play guitar. The day I decided to ask John help me learn, I got to know that John was leaving. Lost one more chance. Disappointment!

The good thing that happened this time was that he agreed to leave his guitar with me and send me tutorials online. I was overjoyed! This was my first realistic step towards the guitar lessons. Very first! I took that guitar home and emptied a corner specially to seat it. Every morning my first sight used to be ‘my first guitar’ and the first thought used to arranging guitar lessons for myself. The excitement was like that of a girlfriend’s when she counts days to be able to meet her beloved. My tickets to India were booked and I had already arranged an instructor for myself. I was extremely thrilled.

I bought a guitar in India and my training begun. I loved everything about it. The instructor made it very interesting, and he made sure that I practice and learn regularly amidst my tight vacation schedule. But sooner than I realized, it was time for me to go back. But fortunately, my instructor had made me good with the basics. He also helped me online if I had problems. And my days, post India trip, were musical! Before going to school I used to play at least one song. And if I had time, I used to play more in the evenings.

It’s a great feeling to have had accomplished something that you always wanted to. I loved the sight of it, the thought of it… Finally I was playing it, was doing what I wanted to do from a very long time. It couldn’t have gotten better. It was just perfect!

But as we hear all the time, perfect it volatile. The end was approaching and I just couldn’t see it. Anand was hosting a friend from India, who also happens to be a good guitarist. He borrowed ‘my first guitar’ to play in leisure. Most generously, I agreed and he came to get it from my house. Heavy heartedly I handed it over to him, reassuring myself that I will get it back soon. The moment the case exchanged hands, I realized how much attached I was to that awesome sounding piece of hollow wood. It felt like sending my child away on a camp may be.

But of course, the practical side of mind made me believe that my baby will come back soon. Most of my summer was extremely busy, but there were many times when I felt the distance between me and my greatly loved possession of the moment. And when it was time for it to come back home, I saw it going away. In front of my eyes. How and where it went is a story in itself. But this literally blew my mind off. I was infuriated! In fact, that’s an understatement. I experienced a mixed rush of emotions, rage, distress, discomfort, and loneliness. I lived the whole day with this compound feeling profound heart.

But the end of the day, all I can remember is that... I lost my guitar!


Aug 8, 2008

I think I am losing it

Running behind something mysterious, without knowing what it is, has given me a better insight about what I have, and what I want to have. Struggling with my ever changing emotions, I have figured out that this vagueness in my mind is the child of my lost innocence. The meaning of growing up in this world is not limited to development of the body, brain and the ability to comprehend the situations better. It’s a lot more than that. It is (but not limited to) about manipulating the rest of the world and making your way through it.

Over the years, we set various goals for ourselves. And chase them for which we find our own different ways, good or bad. Like everybody else, I am finding my own too. But I fear that in the process of hunting my aims, I might end up losing my innocence. Which, I think I am already, worsening my own self. I miss my true self. It still exists, but it has hidden behind veils of pretence and diplomacy. And it’s commendable to see how pretence comes naturally to me now. I have learnt to fake a bright smile in public on a gloomy day (gloomier the day, brighter the smile). It’s easy for me as I any way have a smiling face, and I like to smile. There are true smiles too, often. But only the friends can tell the difference. Honestly, I love smiling but it irritates my wits when I have to fake one for the people I literally hate.

Sometimes, I reminisce and wonder where I have lost that time… Those innocent thoughts, those simple ways of living, those selfless emotions, those clear thoughts, those undiplomatic interactions, those blunt talks, fearless expressions of emotions, no worries about being judged. Gosh! I miss all that!! I wonder if some day my loved ones will mistake my love for deception. Behind the covers, there is an optimistic soul and a true heart. I am harmless. I might use tactful acts as means to righteous ends, but would never use them to hurt my kith and kin.

I am a believer and I know this is exactly how I was meant to be. It doesn’t upset me anymore. In fact, I feel successful as I see myself adapting to the various phases of life. I still hope to re-live those carefree days of my life. So here I surrender my lost innocence in hope of re-liberation of the sanctity.

Jul 28, 2008

From Cheap T-shirts to Laptops


“China has replaced the U.S. as the world’s top tech exporter”

China is no longer a manufacturer and exporter just for cheap clothes and plastic goods. It’s on a stride to beat the world in the field of technology. A major exporter of communication technology goods, China has already taken over the U.S. Telephones, laptops, FPGA’s, music systems, televisions etc are some areas where China is constantly progressing. Not too long ago, she was a home for US based technology manufacturers. But now it’s taking charge and manufacturing indigenous technologies.

Is this a wakeup call for the rest of the world? Let’s discuss this… China has outnumbered the US figures for technology ‘export’. But most of the Chinese tech equipments are made up of foreign parts/components. What sells in the business of technology is not assembly but innovation. Clearly Chinese know this, so they must be planning to get inventive soon. This country is not just busy making business and getting its foot strong in the market, but is also making substantial changes in its roots. Changing the educational system, upgrading the technical education institutes are just a couple of them. The business deals with foreign investors have underlying motives too. Chinese prefer industries which are ready to invest in the home-grown technologies. Just like Japan surpassed the overseas tech investors, china plans to develop its own products and kill the foreign based monopolies.

Is this smart strategy a threat to the rest of the technology exporters? I am sure; US must be taking this issue very seriously. So should India, not because it's a major tech exporter, but because it has a great potential to be one easily. It’s time for US to stop taking its lead for granted. And India? We need to be more open for changes. There is a dire need for us to solidify the educational base in the country; not only engineering but also global trade and business. We also need to encourage foreign workers and students. And this is not to fill in the NRI quota and make money, but to invite brains to our country. Before we invite others, we first need to stop our own going abroad for ever. We need to upgrade the technology and business education, the salaries, the work places, laboratories, and research centers.

All the major technology masters have their businesses in India. Why don’t we make use of that? Why are most Indians followers and not creators? if we can learn from leaders like the US of A and learners like China, no one can stop us to climb the ladder of success. In spite of the top down hierarchical structure of the Confucian culture and Communist society which discourages innovation, Chinese are on the move of success. In contrast, India’s democratic freedom and abundance of skilled work force, provides her with all the favorable opportunities to grow and prosper. We as a free society, far more global in reach and language, have all the capabilities to face any competition. All that’s need to be done is to make best use of the available resources, both material and human.




Jul 24, 2008

Chetan Bhagat's speech at Symbiosis


Simple, precise and hitting the right spots! This is how I would comment on this speech by Chetan Bhagat, a best selling Indian author. Following is the speech by Chetan Bhagat given at the orientation program for the new batch of MBA students at Symbiosis, Pune. Read below:

Good Morning everyone and thank you for giving me this chance to speak to you. This day is about you. You, who have come to this college, leaving the comfort of your homes (or in some cases discomfort), to become something in your life. I am sure you are excited. There are few days in human life when one is truly elated. The first day in college is one of them. When you were getting ready today, you felt a tingling in your stomach. What would the auditorium be like, what would the teachers be like, who are my new classmates - there is so much to be curious about. I call this excitement, the spark within you that makes you feel truly alive today. Today I am going to talk about keeping the spark shining. Or to put it another way, how to be happy most, if not all the time.

Where do these sparks start? I think we are born with them. My 3-year old twin boys have a million sparks. A little Spiderman toy can make them jump on the bed. They get thrills from creaky swings in the park. A story from daddy gets them excited. They do a daily countdown for birthday party – several months in advance – just for the day they will cut their own birthday cake.

I see students like you, and I still see some sparks. But when I see older people, the spark is difficult to find. That means as we age, the spark fades. People whose spark has faded too much are dull, dejected, aimless and bitter. Remember Kareena in the first half of Jab We Met vs the second half? That is what happens when the spark is lost. So how to save the spark?

Imagine the spark to be a lamp’s flame. The first aspect is nurturing - to give your spark the fuel, continuously. The second is to guard against storms.

To nurture, always have goals. It is human nature to strive, improve and achieve full potential. In fact, that is success. It is what is possible for you. It isn’t any external measure - a certain cost to company pay package, a particular car or house.

Most of us are from middle class families. To us, having material landmarks is success and rightly so. When you have grown up where money constraints force everyday choices, financial freedom is a big achievement. But it isn’t the purpose of life. If that was the case, Mr. Ambani would not show up for work. Shah Rukh Khan would stay at home and not dance anymore. Steve Jobs won’t be working hard to make a better iPhone, as he sold Pixar for billions of dollars already. Why do they do it? What makes them come to work everyday? They do it because it makes them happy. They do it because it makes them feel alive Just getting better from current levels feels good. If you study hard, you can improve your rank. If you make an effort to interact with people, you will do better in interviews. If you practice, your cricket will get better. You may also know that you cannot become Tendulkar, yet. But you can get to the next level. Striving for that next level is important.

Nature designed with a random set of genes and circumstances in which we were born. To be happy, we have to accept it and make the most of nature’s design. Are you? Goals will help you do that. I must add, don’t just have career or academic goals. Set goals to give you a balanced, successful life. I use the word balanced before successful. Balanced means ensuring your health, relationships, mental peace are all in good order.

There is no point of getting a promotion on the day of your breakup. There is no fun in driving a car if your back hurts. Shopping is not enjoyable if your mind is full of tensions.

You must have read some quotes - Life is a tough race, it is a marathon or whatever. No, from what I have seen so far, life is one of those races in nursery school, where you have to run with a marble in a spoon kept in your mouth. If the marble falls, there is no point coming first. Same with life, where health and relationships are the marble. Your striving is only worth it if there is harmony in your life. Else, you may achieve the success, but this spark, this feeling of being excited and alive, will start to die.

One last thing about nurturing the spark - don’t take life seriously. One of my yoga teachers used to make students laugh during classes. One student asked him if these jokes would take away something from the yoga practice. The teacher said - don’t be serious, be sincere. This quote has defined my work ever since. Whether its my writing, my job, my relationships or any of my goals. I get thousands of opinions on my writing everyday. There is heaps of praise, there is intense criticism. If I take it all seriously, how will I write? Or rather, how will I live? Life is not to be taken seriously, as we are really temporary here. We are like a pre-paid card with limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years. And 50 years is just 2,500 weekends. Do we really need to get so worked up? It’s ok, bunk a few classes, goof up a few interviews, fall in love. We are people, not programmed devices.

I’ve told you three things - reasonable goals, balance and not taking it too seriously that will nurture the spark. However, there are four storms in life that will threaten to completely put out the flame. These must be guarded against. These are disappointment, frustration, unfairness and loneliness of purpose.

Disappointment will come when your effort does not give you the expected return. If things don’t go as planned or if you face failure. Failure is extremely difficult to handle, but those that do come out stronger. What did this failure teach me? is the question you will need to ask. You will feel miserable. You will want to quit, like I wanted to when nine publishers rejected my first book. Some IITians kill themselves over low grades – how silly is that? But that is how much failure can hurt you. But it’s life. If challenges could always be overcome, they would cease to be a challenge. And remember - if you are failing at something, that means you are at your limit or potential. And that’s where you want to be.

Disappointment’ s cousin is Frustration, the second storm. Have you ever been frustrated? It happens when things are stuck. This is especially relevant in India. From traffic jams to getting that job you deserve, sometimes things take so long that you don’t know if you chose the right goal. After books, I set the goal of writing for Bollywood, as I thought they needed writers. I am called extremely lucky, but it took me five years to get close to a release. Frustration saps excitement, and turns your initial energy into something negative, making you a bitter person. How did I deal with it? A realistic assessment of the time involved – movies take a long time to make even though they are watched quickly, seeking a certain enjoyment in the process rather than the end result – at least I was learning how to write scripts, having a side plan – I had my third book to write and even something as simple as pleasurable distractions in your life - friends, food, travel can help you overcome it. Remember, nothing is to be taken seriously. Frustration is a sign somewhere, you took it too seriously.

Unfairness - this is hardest to deal with, but unfortunately that is how our country works. People with connections, rich dads, beautiful faces, pedigree find it easier to make it – not just in Bollywood, but everywhere. And sometimes it is just plain luck. There are so few opportunities in India, so many stars need to be aligned for you to make it happen. Merit and hard work is not always linked to achievement in the short term, but the long term correlation is high, and ultimately things do work out. But realize, there will be some people luckier than you. In fact, to have an opportunity to go to college and understand this speech in English means you are pretty damm lucky by Indian standards. Let’s be grateful for what we have and get the strength to accept what we don’t. I have so much love from my readers that other writers cannot even imagine it. However, I don’t get literary praise. It’s ok. I don’t look like Aishwarya Rai, but I have two boys who I think are more beautiful than her. It’s ok. Don’t let unfairness kill your spark.

Finally, the last point that can kill your spark is Isolation. As you grow older you will realize you are unique. When you are little, all kids want Ice cream and Spiderman. As you grow older to college, you still are a lot like your friends. But ten years later and you realize you are unique. What you want, what you believe in, what makes you feel, may be different from even the people closest to you. This can create conflict as your goals may not match with others. And you may drop some of them. Basketball captains in college invariably stop playing basketball by the time they have their second child. They give up something that meant so much to them. They do it for their family. But in doing that, the spark dies. Never, ever make that compromise. Love yourself first, and then others.

There you go. I’ve told you the four thunderstorms - disappointment, frustration, unfairness and isolation. You cannot avoid them, as like the monsoon they will come into your life at regular intervals. You just need to keep the raincoat handy to not let the spark die.

I welcome you again to the most wonderful years of your life. If someone gave me the choice to go back in time, I will surely choose college. But I also hope that ten years later as well, your eyes will shine the same way as they do today. That you will Keep the Spark alive, not only through college, but through the next 2,500 weekends. And I hope not just you, but my whole country will keep that spark alive, as we really need it now more than any moment in history. And there is something cool about saying - I come from the land of a billion sparks.

Thank You.

Jul 11, 2008

For the families...

We are born; we live our initial lives with family and learn so many things. Our family shapes our personalities and makes us what we are today. Then we grow up and learn to live life our own way. But is ‘our own way’ really our own? Is it not what we learnt as a kid; observing our parents, grandparents, siblings teachers and friends? Are we what we are because of how god has made us; or how we have been brought up by our mothers and fathers?

I agree, sometimes it’s not just our upbringing that matters, definitely there are other reasons; but no matter what, family is THE reason. But now, the families are taking a different form; Working mothers, working fathers, and busy children. Now the question is “Is this how it is supposed to be”? With increasing work load, deadlines to be met, stressful Monday mornings, busy weekdays, we have time for everything else… You know, socializing, outings, partying, friends, formalities, the only thing that suffers is our own family.

Jul 2, 2008

Know me well?

Yes, I love myself. Not many people would feel the same for me. But the ones who don’t, they are not worth caring about. I love my friends to read and acknowledge what I write.

The last thing I am is a cliché. Usually people are as they do; but I am as I write. And that’s because it’s too hard to decipher my actions. Actions too complicated; thoughts way too complex!

Even though I love simplicity in anything and everything, I have my own intricate issues. For people who don’t know me well, I'm pretty much a very tough shell to crack. I am pretty positive about everything to do with me, and overtly realistic when it comes to everyone else.

Small and unusually insignificant actions make me happy. And they also hurt me, upset me, or annoy me. I might be full of complaints, but one thing for sure, I never hold grudges. But it doesn’t mean I am forgiving; I just don’t care after a while. All I know is that my attitude is right, if you have problems, change yours and only then can you like me.

Blatant predictability bores me to death. If you're not random enough, then I won't like you for long. I do get attached to things and that to very strongly; just a bit too temporarily. I might get a little annoying or/and annoyed often. But don't you worry, it's just temporary.

Pretence is something I detest, it makes a somewhat uncomfortable. I hate being put on hold. And I love having my way. My ways can be adjustable, but only diplomatically. A plain NO is what makes me hell furious. If you want it your way, you should be extremely good at playing with words. People who barely talk, end up confusing me. With them I eventually will resort to escapism.

The biggest mistake of your life would be to expect knowing me all. There's a lot about me I don't know myself. I discover something new about myself every single day. And I have a lot more to learn.

P.S. in above lines, the most used words are: I and me

Apr 25, 2008

Those were the days...

Those were the days. I miss them and I want to re-live them!! God, are you listening to me??

* Going swimming even before it gets bright in the morning, coming back and cycling

* Spending everyday of the summer vacation with the same friend, talking, playing scrabble and killing time till eternity

* Walking 3 kilometers to escape from college

* Sitting on the scooter with my friend knowing that neither of us know how to drive it

* Having someone wait in the mall while I stand in sun for long with my best friend and watch
the mechanic fix the scooter

* Going to sec-18 w/o telling the warden, and sitting outside the hostel building and waiting to see the response to the apology letter; only to see it coming all torn

* Going just for a crazy drive after dinner each night to have dessert

* Being all ready to sit on a screwed up kinetic honda on a Delhi main road knowing that if it
stops some where we won’t be able to start it again

* Having someone knock my door at 3 in the night when it’s raining like hell and go out just to have a coffee

* Believing someone saying that "Fried Ice Cream” tastes good

* Sitting in the sun for a protest and text messaging; crossing the mark of 100 in a few hours

* Going to Lucknow for a reason and then ending up in Haridwar

* Freaking out all night long and ending up in a five star in night suit

* Having the CCD guys tell us to leave cz they wanted to close for the day

* Traveling entire “New Delhi” just to catch the show of DHOOM 2

* Not knowing how to ride the scooter but going to India Gate to have desi-chat and buy
balloons. Then coming back and forgetting the way; getting stuck in the traffic

* Going for all the morning shows at PVR

* Getting locked outside my own house at 1 in the night and borrowing cell phone from a random labor guy to call for help

* Studying just at the eleventh hour and crack the exams

* The “Oh-yeah-whatever” attitude

* Sitting on wooden planks rested on inverted pots (so called canteen), only to have bread pakoras and get sun burnt

* Hating people, being a brat, throwing attitude, not caring about anything

* Buying stuff from the back door of closed canteen

* Getting all broke and having cheap meals at “Reena’s Restaurant”

* Enjoying going for the job interviews not for jobs but to hang out with friends.

* Getting threats from the college authorities to be thrown out of the hostel

* Coming back from CP late in the night, confusing the auto-rickshaw driver and ending up in
Dwarka

* Being single and blowing 4000 bucks on phone bill

* Betting on chess games at Barista

* Waking up in the middle of the night and going out to hunt for my favorite flavored ice cream