It was his birthday. She had a surprise gift for him and was asking him to guess what it could be.
She-Darling, just guess what I got you for your birthday! (Smiles slyly)
He-(Thinking 'These females!') A vacation for two in Paris?
She-Nope. Be practical, sweetie. Where would we leave the kids?
He-(flustered) Hmm....Didn't think about that. A tie?
She-Wrong again. I know you love ties, but you already have 128 ties. Why would I buy one more?
He-(thinking of her equally large collection of lipsticks, but sensing that it would be unfit to mention it now) A deo maybe?
She-Jaanu, you forgot! I gave you that on your last to last birthday. I wouldn't give the same gift twice, you know!
He-(beginning to get irritated) Then, a shirt?
She-(swats him on the arm like a typical housewife) You wear nothing but those horrible whites and greys. No way I would buy you one.
He-(crossing his fingers) Tickets to a movie, then?
She-Wrong, wrong and wrong. Is there any movie worth watching nowadays? I wouldn't take you to see some crap movie about infidelity and extra-marital relationships.
He-(thinking 'If you don't take me, won't I see it?') Of course, sweetheart. Cufflinks?
She-No. My parents gave you that on our second anniversary. You've never worn them. Now that's really bad. (Blows up her face like a kid who has been refused a chocolate bar)
He-(in a placating tone) I love them, jaanu. Honestly. I haven't had the occasion to wear them. Now, I will, ok?
She-(smiles) Ok, now guess again....
He-(nervously) Baba Ramdev's exercise CD? You did tell me my tummy is protruding these days.
She-Nope. That's not the kind of thing to gift for a birthday. You guys, never know when to buy what!
He-(relieved, but sensing deeper trouble) A candlelight dinner?
She-(bangs her hand on her forehead) Practicality, jaanu, practicality. We are past those days now. I wouldn't spend 1500 bucks to not even be able to see what I am eating.
He-(on the edge of his chair now) Have you cooked something special then? Remember, on my last birthday, you had learnt some new recipe from next-door Malini aunty and had made it for me? (Mentally pictures something white, gooey and yucky)
She-(laughs out loud) You still remember that? That was a Gujarati speciality. Remind me to make it again. You seem to like it so much. Ok now, don't divert my attention. Try to guess one last time.
He-(really worried now) Is your mother coming over? (Thinks of the last time when he had had the esteemed visitor over and the pains that he had had to take to impress her, pray with her, help laying the table and enjoy the various 'experiments' that mother and daughter made up in the kitchen every day)
She-(bringing him out of his reverie) No dear. Unfortunately, that's not the surprise. I know you love it when she comes over. You are her favourite jamaai too. We'll invite her over soon.
He-(literally on the verge of pulling out his hair) Darling, why don't you tell me now? I can't seem to think of anything.
She-(in a soft voice, as if she is discussing the greatest secret of the universe) Remember, we went to a party last week? You introduced me to your colleague's wife, Mrs. Khanna?
He-(heartbeats rising) What about that?
She-(batting her eyelids) I have also decided to become glamourous like her. For you, jaanu. So that people can envy you. A glamourous wife - that's my gift to you this time.
He-(smiling weakly) Thanks darling. But what are you exactly planning to do?
She-I bought 2 new sarees - you know, the ones with stone work? It is all the rage on T.V. soaps now. And I bought 3 fashionable short kurtis. You'll just love them!!!
He-(inwardly cringing, thinking of the cost that would involve) But jaanu, I love you just the way you are.....
She-Chho chhhweeeet! I know, darling. That's exactly why I love you so much. But I know you inwardly wish I were trendy and hip. Don't worry, I'll do it for you.
He-(feeling dumbstruck) I really love you, sweetheart.
She-(smiling broadly) And, you know, I got a manicure, a pedicure, a bleach, a wax and a facial. And as the bill exceeded Rs. 1500, I'll get a glam haircut absolutely FREE next week! Isn't that exciting?
He-(thinking, "Rs.1500? Dikhta toh nahi hai!") That's great, sweetie.
She-Just 3 more sittings and I'll be positively glowing like Mrs. Khanna. Wouldn't you love that?
He-(Trying to figure out what is 3 times 1500, failing miserably) Sweetheart, there is no need for all this, but I know you won't listen. Go ahead.....
She-Thanks jaanu, I knew you would say that exactly.
He-(Smiling weakly) Love you, sweetie. Now, would you please excuse me? I need to go to the bathroom......
Monday, April 30, 2007
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Mr. Perfection?
I am a voracious reader of romance novels. I love reading Mills & Boons and have been doing so since I was old enough to understand them.
The fluttering sensation that the heroine feels while meeting the hero for the first time, a tall, robust hero going down on his knees to propose to his beloved, the sweet little things that both say and do to express their love for each other - all this fascinates me to no end.
The heroes in these novels are depicted as the most eligible bachelors. (The heroines too, but I am expressing my view point.) They are well-to-do and are devilishly handsome too. Apart from being immensely successful in their careers, they have gem-like qualities.
The hero is shown to be so understanding that he does not mind cooking for his lady or helping her in cleaning out her apartment. He does not care about what the society says. He would even risk his life to defend the lady's honour. He endearingly breaks down into tears at the thought of her leaving him.
He charms not only the socks off the heroine's feet, but is also charming with her friends. He is excellent with her pet too.
He does not have second thoughts about going off in the midst of an important business meeting to be with his beloved on an impulse. He knows just how to sweep her off her feet at that dance. He knows just the sweet nothing to whisper into her ear to make her blush and come into his arms.
These stories sometimes make me wonder - are such men for real? The very epitome of perfection? Can life be so very perfect? Wish it could be so........
The fluttering sensation that the heroine feels while meeting the hero for the first time, a tall, robust hero going down on his knees to propose to his beloved, the sweet little things that both say and do to express their love for each other - all this fascinates me to no end.
The heroes in these novels are depicted as the most eligible bachelors. (The heroines too, but I am expressing my view point.) They are well-to-do and are devilishly handsome too. Apart from being immensely successful in their careers, they have gem-like qualities.
The hero is shown to be so understanding that he does not mind cooking for his lady or helping her in cleaning out her apartment. He does not care about what the society says. He would even risk his life to defend the lady's honour. He endearingly breaks down into tears at the thought of her leaving him.
He charms not only the socks off the heroine's feet, but is also charming with her friends. He is excellent with her pet too.
He does not have second thoughts about going off in the midst of an important business meeting to be with his beloved on an impulse. He knows just how to sweep her off her feet at that dance. He knows just the sweet nothing to whisper into her ear to make her blush and come into his arms.
These stories sometimes make me wonder - are such men for real? The very epitome of perfection? Can life be so very perfect? Wish it could be so........
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Gramps turns 89
Today is gramps' birthday. He turned 89 today. And the most amazing thing is that (touch wood) he still has the will and the love to live. May God give him a long, long life.
He is quite different from other grandfathers. Think of a soon-to-be-90-grandpa and you will imagine a wizened, toothless old man with a cane. No, my gramps is not like that. He still stands tall and stalwart, and has determination in every step of his. He has lost his teeth and his hair is thinning, but his face still oozes will, sheer grit and confidence. If you look at his spirit and enthusiasm, he is a 30-year-old young man. We may get tired, but gramps never tires.
He is quite different from other grandfathers. Think of a soon-to-be-90-grandpa and you will imagine a wizened, toothless old man with a cane. No, my gramps is not like that. He still stands tall and stalwart, and has determination in every step of his. He has lost his teeth and his hair is thinning, but his face still oozes will, sheer grit and confidence. If you look at his spirit and enthusiasm, he is a 30-year-old young man. We may get tired, but gramps never tires.
He is the one who handles all our apartment's correspondence, bank accounts and other administrative work. He is respectfully called "Dada"(grandfather) by everyone. "Dada, please sign this cheque", "Dada, please sign this notice" - there is always someone coming to our house to meet him for some official work. And he does it all smiling. And he loves every bit of it. Now, he has taken charge of another department - "Priya matrimonial department". He fondly calls me "Rani Mangamma".
He is the kind of person who would see a tubelight not working in the apartment compound and would immediately set out to buy one. He wouldn't mind standing in the rain and sun to watch over a neighbour's furniture getting shifted to another city. He can accurately remember which paper he has filed in which file. He would not hesitate to give away something to a needy person. A true softie at heart behind his stern appearance! "I don't need more than 2 pairs of clothes, " he has always said. And if someone gifts him a third pair, he will undoubtedly donate it to someone who needs it.
Gramps has always been my guide. He has helped me with school essays and college projects. "Why can't you do it? You can do anything you set your mind to," has always been his philosophy. He is a staunch follower of Prajapita Brahmakumaris. He goes to the Ashram every Thursday and meditates every day.
He has never tried to impose his views on anyone and has given his family full freedom. He is a stickler for discipline and timings, though he has never expected us to stick to a rigid timetable.
He is the most positive person I have ever seen. He has remained calm and unruffled even in the most trying circumstances. One of the other qualities that I admire in gramps is his ability to change with the times. He is quite broadminded for his age.
A few months back, when the chikun gunia epidemic struck, gramps was also affected. His kidneys started malfunctioning and he had to be admitted for the first time in his life. I will never forget the day when the doctor said that there was no hope for him. Even if he would get better, he would have to live the life of an invalid. The days when I visited gramps in the hospital in the ICCU are still fresh in my mind. Gramps would lie in the bed looking tired, frail and shrivelled, but he had not lost his never-say-die attitude. "Why didn't you go to office?," he would say, "These people have brought me here for no reason. I am going to pull out all these tubes and come home."
The thought that maybe we would never see gramps active again was unbearable for all of us. The few days that he was in hospital, we all realised what a great pillar of strength he had been for the family. My bond with gramps was renewed in those days. Fortunately, with God's grace and with sheer willpower, he pulled through. Today, he is as hale and hearty as ever. The doctors say that it is a miracle that he survived and is able to function well.
After his return from the hospital, his weakness did not prevent him from coming with me to my childhood friend's place to visit her as she had had a baby. Neither did he hesitate coming with me to his colleague's funeral, who also happened to be one of my friend's grandfather.
His grit and determination were evident during the massive earthquake in Gujarat in 2001. As our apartment is a high-rise one, everyone left it for some safe place, but gramps said that we would all stay home. "If we die, we'll all die together peacefully at the same place," he said. He instilled so much confidence in us that we were able to sleep peacefully even with the knowledge that there was not a single living soul in the whole apartment except us and that aftershocks could come at any time.
He is a truly great man. It must not have been easy for him, losing both parents at the tender age of 3. He grew up with relatives. According to him, life was a struggle and he would consider himself lucky if he could get even one square meal a day. In these circumstances, he studied Textile Technology and joined a mill. He worked night shifts and built a home of his own. He married Patti at the age of 22. He worked in the same mill throughout his career and retired as a Planning Officer soon after I was born.
I am sure gramps is not going to read this, but I cannot help pouring out my feelings for him on this day. May dear gramps continue to give shade, comfort, love and support to our family for many more years to come!
He is the kind of person who would see a tubelight not working in the apartment compound and would immediately set out to buy one. He wouldn't mind standing in the rain and sun to watch over a neighbour's furniture getting shifted to another city. He can accurately remember which paper he has filed in which file. He would not hesitate to give away something to a needy person. A true softie at heart behind his stern appearance! "I don't need more than 2 pairs of clothes, " he has always said. And if someone gifts him a third pair, he will undoubtedly donate it to someone who needs it.
Gramps has always been my guide. He has helped me with school essays and college projects. "Why can't you do it? You can do anything you set your mind to," has always been his philosophy. He is a staunch follower of Prajapita Brahmakumaris. He goes to the Ashram every Thursday and meditates every day.
He has never tried to impose his views on anyone and has given his family full freedom. He is a stickler for discipline and timings, though he has never expected us to stick to a rigid timetable.
He is the most positive person I have ever seen. He has remained calm and unruffled even in the most trying circumstances. One of the other qualities that I admire in gramps is his ability to change with the times. He is quite broadminded for his age.
A few months back, when the chikun gunia epidemic struck, gramps was also affected. His kidneys started malfunctioning and he had to be admitted for the first time in his life. I will never forget the day when the doctor said that there was no hope for him. Even if he would get better, he would have to live the life of an invalid. The days when I visited gramps in the hospital in the ICCU are still fresh in my mind. Gramps would lie in the bed looking tired, frail and shrivelled, but he had not lost his never-say-die attitude. "Why didn't you go to office?," he would say, "These people have brought me here for no reason. I am going to pull out all these tubes and come home."
The thought that maybe we would never see gramps active again was unbearable for all of us. The few days that he was in hospital, we all realised what a great pillar of strength he had been for the family. My bond with gramps was renewed in those days. Fortunately, with God's grace and with sheer willpower, he pulled through. Today, he is as hale and hearty as ever. The doctors say that it is a miracle that he survived and is able to function well.
After his return from the hospital, his weakness did not prevent him from coming with me to my childhood friend's place to visit her as she had had a baby. Neither did he hesitate coming with me to his colleague's funeral, who also happened to be one of my friend's grandfather.
His grit and determination were evident during the massive earthquake in Gujarat in 2001. As our apartment is a high-rise one, everyone left it for some safe place, but gramps said that we would all stay home. "If we die, we'll all die together peacefully at the same place," he said. He instilled so much confidence in us that we were able to sleep peacefully even with the knowledge that there was not a single living soul in the whole apartment except us and that aftershocks could come at any time.
He is a truly great man. It must not have been easy for him, losing both parents at the tender age of 3. He grew up with relatives. According to him, life was a struggle and he would consider himself lucky if he could get even one square meal a day. In these circumstances, he studied Textile Technology and joined a mill. He worked night shifts and built a home of his own. He married Patti at the age of 22. He worked in the same mill throughout his career and retired as a Planning Officer soon after I was born.
I am sure gramps is not going to read this, but I cannot help pouring out my feelings for him on this day. May dear gramps continue to give shade, comfort, love and support to our family for many more years to come!
Friday, April 27, 2007
The VVIP
She enters the house head held high, tall and gallant. After all, she has a monopoly. There is no one else quite like her.
Her appearance in the house lights up faces with smiles. Wherever she goes, people heave a sigh on relief on seeing her, knowing that their problems would now definitely be addressed.
For Amma, she is indispensable. Amma just dotes on her. Sometimes, poor me and dad have to become the butt of her scoldings if we hinder the lady's work.
She is the most welcome visitor around, to whom people unfailingly say, "Would like to meet you tomorrow too!"
According to our neighbour, she makes life worth living. She cannot imagine life without the presence of the great lady.
The VVIP is - our kamwaali bai.
Her appearance in the house lights up faces with smiles. Wherever she goes, people heave a sigh on relief on seeing her, knowing that their problems would now definitely be addressed.
For Amma, she is indispensable. Amma just dotes on her. Sometimes, poor me and dad have to become the butt of her scoldings if we hinder the lady's work.
She is the most welcome visitor around, to whom people unfailingly say, "Would like to meet you tomorrow too!"
According to our neighbour, she makes life worth living. She cannot imagine life without the presence of the great lady.
The VVIP is - our kamwaali bai.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Worship
She was sitting in her huge verandah knitting a sweater for her husband. The kids had gone to school, so she was free. She was engrossed in her knitting when she heard her maidservant call her.
"Memsaab?"
She lifted her gaze up to focus on Kamla, who was standing before her, arms folded. Kamla's shabby garb presented a stark contrast to the opulent luxury of the bungalow.
"What is it, Kamla?"
"Memsaab, Raju wants to study further. He wants to become an engineer."
"So?"
"Memsaab," Kamla now had a pitiable expression on her face, as if she was about to break into tears at any moment. "You know how it is, Memsaab," she continued, "That good-for-nothing drunkard does not give me any money at all. I have to fight like anything to keep him from laying his hands on my hard-earned money."
"Hmm......"
"Memsaab, I barely make enough money to feed and clothe myself and Raju. Where do I have the money for his education?"
"Hmm......"
"Memsaab, I was thinking if you could ask Saab to support Raju's education financially....."
"Kamla, you said Raju wanted to become an engineer?"
"Yes, Memsaab."
"He is school now, na?"
"Yes, Memsaab, in the 8th grade."
"So it will take at least 8 more years for him to complete his education."
"Yes, Memsaab. Raju is really interested in becoming an engineer. He says he will first build a house for his mother."
Kamla wiped away the tears that now streamed from her eyes with the tip of her pallu.
"I understand, Kamla," she said, "We might support him initially, but we cannot support him throughout his education."
"Memsaab, please do whatever you can do to help. Later on, we will manage."
"How will you manage? You are thinking emotionally and not practically. Engineering is a costly affair these days."
"Yes, Memsaab, but....."
"Tell Raju to learn some kaam-dhaam and help you in your work. What is he going to do becoming an engineer?"
"But Memsaab...."
"Kamla, I told you once. You are dreaming of the impossible. Now let me go for my Pooja. It is getting late."
She stood up, putting the knitting aside on the cane chair in which she had been sitting. She walked into the Pooja room, leaving a stunned, helpless Kamla standing in the verandah.
She took out the dried flowers from the small marble temple that she had got custom-made and arranged fresh flowers in their place. She lit the diyas and placed them before each idol in the temple. Then she proceeded to offer the Gods the dishes of ghee and dryfruit-laden sweets that she and Kamla had painstakingly prepared that morning. "Hare Ram, Hare Krishna, Om Namaha Shivaya," she chanted busily. She opened the lota of gangajal and sprinkled some all around the room. "God, always keep your hand above my head and my family," she prayed. "Forgive our sins, Parampita. You are the Great Lord of the Universe. Forgive our wrongdoings. We are but mere mortals......."
"Memsaab?"
She lifted her gaze up to focus on Kamla, who was standing before her, arms folded. Kamla's shabby garb presented a stark contrast to the opulent luxury of the bungalow.
"What is it, Kamla?"
"Memsaab, Raju wants to study further. He wants to become an engineer."
"So?"
"Memsaab," Kamla now had a pitiable expression on her face, as if she was about to break into tears at any moment. "You know how it is, Memsaab," she continued, "That good-for-nothing drunkard does not give me any money at all. I have to fight like anything to keep him from laying his hands on my hard-earned money."
"Hmm......"
"Memsaab, I barely make enough money to feed and clothe myself and Raju. Where do I have the money for his education?"
"Hmm......"
"Memsaab, I was thinking if you could ask Saab to support Raju's education financially....."
"Kamla, you said Raju wanted to become an engineer?"
"Yes, Memsaab."
"He is school now, na?"
"Yes, Memsaab, in the 8th grade."
"So it will take at least 8 more years for him to complete his education."
"Yes, Memsaab. Raju is really interested in becoming an engineer. He says he will first build a house for his mother."
Kamla wiped away the tears that now streamed from her eyes with the tip of her pallu.
"I understand, Kamla," she said, "We might support him initially, but we cannot support him throughout his education."
"Memsaab, please do whatever you can do to help. Later on, we will manage."
"How will you manage? You are thinking emotionally and not practically. Engineering is a costly affair these days."
"Yes, Memsaab, but....."
"Tell Raju to learn some kaam-dhaam and help you in your work. What is he going to do becoming an engineer?"
"But Memsaab...."
"Kamla, I told you once. You are dreaming of the impossible. Now let me go for my Pooja. It is getting late."
She stood up, putting the knitting aside on the cane chair in which she had been sitting. She walked into the Pooja room, leaving a stunned, helpless Kamla standing in the verandah.
She took out the dried flowers from the small marble temple that she had got custom-made and arranged fresh flowers in their place. She lit the diyas and placed them before each idol in the temple. Then she proceeded to offer the Gods the dishes of ghee and dryfruit-laden sweets that she and Kamla had painstakingly prepared that morning. "Hare Ram, Hare Krishna, Om Namaha Shivaya," she chanted busily. She opened the lota of gangajal and sprinkled some all around the room. "God, always keep your hand above my head and my family," she prayed. "Forgive our sins, Parampita. You are the Great Lord of the Universe. Forgive our wrongdoings. We are but mere mortals......."
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
A sad attempt at humour
What is red and has black stripes?
An angry zebra.
What is blue and has black stripes?
A sad zebra.
What is yellow and has black stripes?
A zebra down with jaundice.
What is green and has black stripes?
A zebra jealous of a fellow zebra.
What is white and has black stripes?
Dumbo, every zebra!
An angry zebra.
What is blue and has black stripes?
A sad zebra.
What is yellow and has black stripes?
A zebra down with jaundice.
What is green and has black stripes?
A zebra jealous of a fellow zebra.
What is white and has black stripes?
Dumbo, every zebra!
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
The bride-to-be
She has given her heart and soul,
She has given her word to him,
She is going to give herself,
As she awaits the day
When her hand would be entrusted to him,
She has a wondrous journey into herself,
She is filled with conflicting emotions,
She is not afraid of commitments,
She is sure she'll keep them,
She just hopes he values her little sacrifices,
She hopes he would keep his promises to her,
She knows he also is changing,
He has to play a different role now,
But as she goes through this new journey,
She just hopes he would always hold her hand,
She knows he has to toil hard to earn his bread,
But wishes he would always be there when she needs him,
She wishes he would love her long and true,
And hold her always in his heart,
She hopes he would always trust her,
And respect her will and wish,
The same way
She would do for him,
She hopes he would accept her
For what she is,
She hopes she would be able to overlook
His minor flaws, and he, hers.
She hopes he would hold her so close
She would never be able to see pain or misery,
She knows life is not a bed of roses,
There is still a long, long way to go,
She knows it is not a never-ending romance,
But she still wishes they always
Live happily ever after.
She has given her word to him,
She is going to give herself,
As she awaits the day
When her hand would be entrusted to him,
She has a wondrous journey into herself,
She is filled with conflicting emotions,
She is not afraid of commitments,
She is sure she'll keep them,
She just hopes he values her little sacrifices,
She hopes he would keep his promises to her,
She knows he also is changing,
He has to play a different role now,
But as she goes through this new journey,
She just hopes he would always hold her hand,
She knows he has to toil hard to earn his bread,
But wishes he would always be there when she needs him,
She wishes he would love her long and true,
And hold her always in his heart,
She hopes he would always trust her,
And respect her will and wish,
The same way
She would do for him,
She hopes he would accept her
For what she is,
She hopes she would be able to overlook
His minor flaws, and he, hers.
She hopes he would hold her so close
She would never be able to see pain or misery,
She knows life is not a bed of roses,
There is still a long, long way to go,
She knows it is not a never-ending romance,
But she still wishes they always
Live happily ever after.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Growing up
The things I used to wonder about
Are things of yesterday,
Today I am on another quest,
Seeking answers to other questions,
Maybe that is what is growing up.
Time will tell what is in store for me,
I know not now,
I have learnt to make lemonade
From the lemons life throws at me,
Maybe that is what is growing up.
Going on and on,
Refusing to give up,
Moving on ahead of grief and pain,
Learning to see the bigger picture,
Maybe that is what is growing up.
Learning to stop
Saying 'Life is not fair',
Caring to see deep enough
To find the fairness beneath,
Maybe that is what is growing up.
Realising that life
Is sometimes
Less than perfect,
Learning to live with the imperfections,
Maybe that is what is growing up.
Are things of yesterday,
Today I am on another quest,
Seeking answers to other questions,
Maybe that is what is growing up.
Time will tell what is in store for me,
I know not now,
I have learnt to make lemonade
From the lemons life throws at me,
Maybe that is what is growing up.
Going on and on,
Refusing to give up,
Moving on ahead of grief and pain,
Learning to see the bigger picture,
Maybe that is what is growing up.
Learning to stop
Saying 'Life is not fair',
Caring to see deep enough
To find the fairness beneath,
Maybe that is what is growing up.
Realising that life
Is sometimes
Less than perfect,
Learning to live with the imperfections,
Maybe that is what is growing up.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Public moments
He loved her dearly,
She loved him, that he knew,
He thought of asking her
To be his forever,
He took her
To their favourite restaurant,
There they sat in the open air,
Under the stars and moonlight,
He gave her the beautiful rosebud
That lay amidst the tall glass vase
On the pinewood table,
He looked at her longingly,
Took her hands in his,
With a flourish
He took out the ring
From the suit pocket,
And said in a soulful voice,
"I love you, sweetheart,
Will you be my wife?",
She gazed at him dumbstruck,
Then had tears in her eyes,
"Yes, I will," she said,
"I would be honoured to,"
Suddenly cameras clicked
And recorders and mikes appeared,
"Sir, when did you know
You loved her?"
"Ma'am, how does it feel,
Just being proposed to?"
He winced, "Not again, not now,"
But couldn't do anything,
After all, he was a celebrity.
She loved him, that he knew,
He thought of asking her
To be his forever,
He took her
To their favourite restaurant,
There they sat in the open air,
Under the stars and moonlight,
He gave her the beautiful rosebud
That lay amidst the tall glass vase
On the pinewood table,
He looked at her longingly,
Took her hands in his,
With a flourish
He took out the ring
From the suit pocket,
And said in a soulful voice,
"I love you, sweetheart,
Will you be my wife?",
She gazed at him dumbstruck,
Then had tears in her eyes,
"Yes, I will," she said,
"I would be honoured to,"
Suddenly cameras clicked
And recorders and mikes appeared,
"Sir, when did you know
You loved her?"
"Ma'am, how does it feel,
Just being proposed to?"
He winced, "Not again, not now,"
But couldn't do anything,
After all, he was a celebrity.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Its Saturday again!
It is the fun time of the week again! It is Saturday once more! :-)
I have always loved Saturdays. Saturdays have always signified a change from the normal routine. Every day, school started at 7 in the morning and on Saturdays, it would start in the afternoon at 12.30. College would begin every day at 12.30 noon and Saturdays would mean morning college. In school days, Saturday would also mean a movie on Doordarshan at night. At my previous office, Saturdays would mean 'casual day'. Colourful and funky dresses could be seen on Saturdays, breaking the monotony of dull-colored work clothes the whole week. My present job offers me a half working day on Saturday. So Saturdays have always been special.
Saturday - the day of Lord Hanuman. I love going to the nearby Hanuman temple on a Saturday to see the huge idol of Lord Hanuman decked in brightly colored clothes and adorned beautifully with large garlands of 'yerkampu'. On Saturdays, the idol has a special aura of power and beauty around it.
On Saturdays, I have observed that people everywhere are usually more relaxed, more happy. Looking forward to the Sunday ahead makes Saturday an even more special day. That is the 'funnest' part of Saturday. You can enjoy the day and still have the next day to enjoy more! You know, it is like relishing your last piece of sinfully chocolate-ey, yummy cake, just to remember that you still have one more piece left.
Love ya, Saturday! Come again soon! :-)
I have always loved Saturdays. Saturdays have always signified a change from the normal routine. Every day, school started at 7 in the morning and on Saturdays, it would start in the afternoon at 12.30. College would begin every day at 12.30 noon and Saturdays would mean morning college. In school days, Saturday would also mean a movie on Doordarshan at night. At my previous office, Saturdays would mean 'casual day'. Colourful and funky dresses could be seen on Saturdays, breaking the monotony of dull-colored work clothes the whole week. My present job offers me a half working day on Saturday. So Saturdays have always been special.
Saturday - the day of Lord Hanuman. I love going to the nearby Hanuman temple on a Saturday to see the huge idol of Lord Hanuman decked in brightly colored clothes and adorned beautifully with large garlands of 'yerkampu'. On Saturdays, the idol has a special aura of power and beauty around it.
On Saturdays, I have observed that people everywhere are usually more relaxed, more happy. Looking forward to the Sunday ahead makes Saturday an even more special day. That is the 'funnest' part of Saturday. You can enjoy the day and still have the next day to enjoy more! You know, it is like relishing your last piece of sinfully chocolate-ey, yummy cake, just to remember that you still have one more piece left.
Love ya, Saturday! Come again soon! :-)
Friday, April 20, 2007
Ask and ye shall get
I was surfing the net earlier today when I came across this article.
This article really set me thinking. How many things in life do people compromise with just because they don't ask for something better? I have seen some people go through great dissatisfaction, doubts and troubles, be it in their personal relationships or at their workplace, but they just don't ask for help. That's a real tragedy, I feel. These people know that they deserve better, they also know they should ask someone about their situation, they even have easy access to the person who can put them out of their grief, but they still don't ask! Ego, shyness or the how-dumb-will-I-look-if-I-ask or how-will-he/she-be-able-to-solve-my-problem attitude comes in the way.
Most of the times when I feel stuck, I don't hesitate asking the concerned person for help. I have always been asking questions - in my school life, in college and even at work. But I have always ensured that I ask the right person. Asking the wrong person for help can do more harm than good. In 99% of my experiences, I have found the people I asked more than happy to help because they found that I had a genuine reason to ask. And I have been appreciated because of my frank questions. Instead of not asking anyone and stewing inside, I feel better when I ask for guidance. I might receive it, I might not - that depends on the other person. But when I ask, I feel satisfied that I atleast put in an effort to improve my situation. Most of the times, help has been easier to get than I expected.
In my last job, I was feeling a bit dissatisfied. I talked to my boss about it, and I got a better job profile. A few months later, I felt I deserved a raise and I discussed it with him. I got the raise. I guess people get interested in helping you if they find that you are determined and interested in improving your situation.
The same is the case when I pray to God. I always say, "Dear God, I want this. I am going to work for it. If you feel I deserve it, please guide me in getting it." And He has always held my hand and guided me.
This is something I have always believed in:
"Seek, and ye shall find;
Knock, and it shall be opened unto you."
This article really set me thinking. How many things in life do people compromise with just because they don't ask for something better? I have seen some people go through great dissatisfaction, doubts and troubles, be it in their personal relationships or at their workplace, but they just don't ask for help. That's a real tragedy, I feel. These people know that they deserve better, they also know they should ask someone about their situation, they even have easy access to the person who can put them out of their grief, but they still don't ask! Ego, shyness or the how-dumb-will-I-look-if-I-ask or how-will-he/she-be-able-to-solve-my-problem attitude comes in the way.
Most of the times when I feel stuck, I don't hesitate asking the concerned person for help. I have always been asking questions - in my school life, in college and even at work. But I have always ensured that I ask the right person. Asking the wrong person for help can do more harm than good. In 99% of my experiences, I have found the people I asked more than happy to help because they found that I had a genuine reason to ask. And I have been appreciated because of my frank questions. Instead of not asking anyone and stewing inside, I feel better when I ask for guidance. I might receive it, I might not - that depends on the other person. But when I ask, I feel satisfied that I atleast put in an effort to improve my situation. Most of the times, help has been easier to get than I expected.
In my last job, I was feeling a bit dissatisfied. I talked to my boss about it, and I got a better job profile. A few months later, I felt I deserved a raise and I discussed it with him. I got the raise. I guess people get interested in helping you if they find that you are determined and interested in improving your situation.
The same is the case when I pray to God. I always say, "Dear God, I want this. I am going to work for it. If you feel I deserve it, please guide me in getting it." And He has always held my hand and guided me.
This is something I have always believed in:
"Seek, and ye shall find;
Knock, and it shall be opened unto you."
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Nicknames
Nicknames - they are funny little things. They can originate from anything. Sometimes, they truly reflect the creativity of the people.
The girl with brown hair comes to be known as 'Bhoorie' ('Brownie' in Gujarati). I have come across people popularly known as 'Karuppi' ('Blackie' in Tamil) and 'Sepi' ('Whitey' in Tamil), based on their appearance. I have also come across weird nicknames like 'Kothavarangai' (a green vegetable similar to a French Bean - in Tamil) for a very thin lady and 'Chaddidhari' for a person who loves wearing shorts.
A person can also be nicknamed on the basis of his attitude or behaviour. Like, a person I know is called 'Liti' ('Line' in Gujarati) by his colleagues because he maintains the office register and loves the task of putting a long line beside the names of those on leave. A person who asks too many questions is called 'Hansa' (of the 'Khichdi' fame).
Sometimes, original names are just shortened to make a nickname. Like 'Kamlesh' at my previous job was popular as 'Kamla' and 'Khushali' as 'Khushi'. And, how can I forget, 'Murgi' for 'Murugesh'. (Murgi, for God's sake?). Sometimes, if the names are very long, people find a shorter nickname easier to use. Like 'Mani' for 'Subramanian' or, worse, 'Chuppani'.
Then there are those foriegn-returned guys who adopt trendy names. 'Jai Kumar' becomes 'J.K.' and 'Madhavan' becomes 'Maddy'. Some people become known by their last names, like one of my cousins, who is known as 'Iyer' by all and sundry.
I am reminded of my high school days when we had named three of our teachers on the basis of the instrument of communication that they carried. Saurin Sir was popular as 'Saurin Cellular', Manan Sir as 'Mannu Mobile' and Raju Sir as 'Pappu Pager'.
Funny, the way these nicknames seem to stick on for life. 'Chinnan' ('Little Boy' in Tamil) remains 'Chinnan' even after he turns 60. 'Podhi' ('Fatso' in Tamil), who was chubby in her childhood years, remains 'Podhi' even after she becomes model-slim and becomes the mother fo a kid.
Fortunately or unfortunately, I don't have a nickname. At least, none that I know of. But I would sure love to have an interesting one.........
The girl with brown hair comes to be known as 'Bhoorie' ('Brownie' in Gujarati). I have come across people popularly known as 'Karuppi' ('Blackie' in Tamil) and 'Sepi' ('Whitey' in Tamil), based on their appearance. I have also come across weird nicknames like 'Kothavarangai' (a green vegetable similar to a French Bean - in Tamil) for a very thin lady and 'Chaddidhari' for a person who loves wearing shorts.
A person can also be nicknamed on the basis of his attitude or behaviour. Like, a person I know is called 'Liti' ('Line' in Gujarati) by his colleagues because he maintains the office register and loves the task of putting a long line beside the names of those on leave. A person who asks too many questions is called 'Hansa' (of the 'Khichdi' fame).
Sometimes, original names are just shortened to make a nickname. Like 'Kamlesh' at my previous job was popular as 'Kamla' and 'Khushali' as 'Khushi'. And, how can I forget, 'Murgi' for 'Murugesh'. (Murgi, for God's sake?). Sometimes, if the names are very long, people find a shorter nickname easier to use. Like 'Mani' for 'Subramanian' or, worse, 'Chuppani'.
Then there are those foriegn-returned guys who adopt trendy names. 'Jai Kumar' becomes 'J.K.' and 'Madhavan' becomes 'Maddy'. Some people become known by their last names, like one of my cousins, who is known as 'Iyer' by all and sundry.
I am reminded of my high school days when we had named three of our teachers on the basis of the instrument of communication that they carried. Saurin Sir was popular as 'Saurin Cellular', Manan Sir as 'Mannu Mobile' and Raju Sir as 'Pappu Pager'.
Funny, the way these nicknames seem to stick on for life. 'Chinnan' ('Little Boy' in Tamil) remains 'Chinnan' even after he turns 60. 'Podhi' ('Fatso' in Tamil), who was chubby in her childhood years, remains 'Podhi' even after she becomes model-slim and becomes the mother fo a kid.
Fortunately or unfortunately, I don't have a nickname. At least, none that I know of. But I would sure love to have an interesting one.........
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Your beautiful brown eyes
You may conceal your innermost feelings,
But those beautiful brown eyes of yours,
They give you away,
You may say you don't love me,
But those beautiful brown eyes cannot lie,
The pain in those eyes
Haunts me long after we part,
Oh! What I would not do
To wipe out the sadness
From the depths of those brown eyes,
Those beautiful brown eyes of yours,
Make me want to live,
Those beautiful brown eyes of yours,
Make me want to digress from sanity,
'Hold me! Make love to me!",
They seem to say,
I wish I could drown
In those deep brown pools of your eyes,
Those beautiful brown eyes of yours,
They draw me to you,
I can feel your softness and warmth,
In those beautiful brown eyes,
I could look into them forever,
Those beautiful brown eyes of yours.
But those beautiful brown eyes of yours,
They give you away,
You may say you don't love me,
But those beautiful brown eyes cannot lie,
The pain in those eyes
Haunts me long after we part,
Oh! What I would not do
To wipe out the sadness
From the depths of those brown eyes,
Those beautiful brown eyes of yours,
Make me want to live,
Those beautiful brown eyes of yours,
Make me want to digress from sanity,
'Hold me! Make love to me!",
They seem to say,
I wish I could drown
In those deep brown pools of your eyes,
Those beautiful brown eyes of yours,
They draw me to you,
I can feel your softness and warmth,
In those beautiful brown eyes,
I could look into them forever,
Those beautiful brown eyes of yours.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Waiting for the rain
I was looking out my window,
Having little else to do,
I gazed down at the earth
Dry and parched,
Like a dry throat,
Cracked it was,
The glaring sun rays had made it so,
The leaves on the trees
All dried up,
Nobody in sight,
With the heat at its best,
As I watched on,
Clouds gathered in the sky,
Light changed to darkness,
And a drizzle began,
With the heady smell of the earth
Filling my senses,
The rain grew to a steady downpour,
And I observed
The plants danced with joy,
Looking green and lush,
The earth looked beautiful,
Like a bride on her wedding day,
Replenished, fulfilled, satisfied,
Its quest ultimately rewarded,
Like the earth I go on,
Waiting for the rain to come someday,
That day my quest will end.
Having little else to do,
I gazed down at the earth
Dry and parched,
Like a dry throat,
Cracked it was,
The glaring sun rays had made it so,
The leaves on the trees
All dried up,
Nobody in sight,
With the heat at its best,
As I watched on,
Clouds gathered in the sky,
Light changed to darkness,
And a drizzle began,
With the heady smell of the earth
Filling my senses,
The rain grew to a steady downpour,
And I observed
The plants danced with joy,
Looking green and lush,
The earth looked beautiful,
Like a bride on her wedding day,
Replenished, fulfilled, satisfied,
Its quest ultimately rewarded,
Like the earth I go on,
Waiting for the rain to come someday,
That day my quest will end.
Monday, April 16, 2007
I will grow
The beautiful butterfly
The world marvels at
Was once an ugly caterpillar,
The swan so majestic and regal,
It was but an ugly duckling,
Mock me not, my fellow men,
For one day
My life too shall change,
I will put out roots and grow,
Spread out my shoots
And grow leaves,
One day I will grow into a mighty tree
From the insignificant seed that I am,
I will fight against the storms and the rain,
And I will sustain,
Then you will stand beneath my boughs
And enjoy my shade and generosity,
Then you will know me
For my true worth.
The world marvels at
Was once an ugly caterpillar,
The swan so majestic and regal,
It was but an ugly duckling,
Mock me not, my fellow men,
For one day
My life too shall change,
I will put out roots and grow,
Spread out my shoots
And grow leaves,
One day I will grow into a mighty tree
From the insignificant seed that I am,
I will fight against the storms and the rain,
And I will sustain,
Then you will stand beneath my boughs
And enjoy my shade and generosity,
Then you will know me
For my true worth.
Employee Rules
I got this from the net and found it HILARIOUS! :
A circular was found in one of the office notice boards
Dear STAFF ,Please be advised that these are NEW rules and regulations implemented to raise the efficiency of our firm.
TRANSPORTATION :It is advised that you come to work driving a car according to your salary.a) If we see you driving a Honda, we assume you are doing well financially and therefore you do not need a raise.b) If you drive a 10 year old car or taking public transportation, we assume you must have lots of savings therefore you do not need a raise.c) If you drive a Pickup, you are right where you need to be and therefore you do not need a raise.
ANNUAL LEAVE :Each employee will receive 52 Annual Leave days a year ( Wow! said 1 employee).- They are called Sunday’s.
LUNCH BREAK :a) Skinny people get 30 minutes for lunch as they need to eat more so that they can look healthy.b) Normal size people get 15 minutes for lunch to get a balanced meal to maintain their average figure.c) Fat people get 5 minutes for lunch, because that’s all the time needed to drink a Slim Fast and take a diet pill.
SICK DAYS :We will no longer accept a doctor Medical Cert as proof of sickness.- If you are able to go to the doctor, you are able to come to work.
TOILET USE :Entirely too much time is being spent in the toilets.a) There is now a strict 3-minute time limit in the cubicles.b) At the end of three minutes, an alarm will sound, the toilet paper roll will retract, the door will open and a picture will be taken.c) After your second offence, your picture will be posted on the company bulletin board under the “Chronic Offenders” category.d) Subsequent pictures will be sold at public auctions to raise money to pay your salary.
SURGERY :As long as you are an employee here, you need all your organs.- You should not consider removing anything. We hired you intact.- To have something removed constitutes a breach of employment.
INTERNET USAGE :All personal Internet usage will be recorded and charges will be deducted from your bonus (if any) and if we decide not to give you any, charges will be deducted from your salary.- Important Note : Charges applicable as Rs.20 per minute as we have 4MB connection.
Just for information, 73% of staff will not be entitled to any salary for next 3 months as their Internet charges have exceeded their 3 months salary.
__________________________________________________________
Thank you for your loyalty to our company. We are here to provide a positive employment experience.Therefore, all questions, comments, concerns, complaints, frustrations, irritations, aggravations, insinuations, allegations, accusations, contemplation, consternation and input should be directed elsewhere.
Best regards,HRD
A circular was found in one of the office notice boards
Dear STAFF ,Please be advised that these are NEW rules and regulations implemented to raise the efficiency of our firm.
TRANSPORTATION :It is advised that you come to work driving a car according to your salary.a) If we see you driving a Honda, we assume you are doing well financially and therefore you do not need a raise.b) If you drive a 10 year old car or taking public transportation, we assume you must have lots of savings therefore you do not need a raise.c) If you drive a Pickup, you are right where you need to be and therefore you do not need a raise.
ANNUAL LEAVE :Each employee will receive 52 Annual Leave days a year ( Wow! said 1 employee).- They are called Sunday’s.
LUNCH BREAK :a) Skinny people get 30 minutes for lunch as they need to eat more so that they can look healthy.b) Normal size people get 15 minutes for lunch to get a balanced meal to maintain their average figure.c) Fat people get 5 minutes for lunch, because that’s all the time needed to drink a Slim Fast and take a diet pill.
SICK DAYS :We will no longer accept a doctor Medical Cert as proof of sickness.- If you are able to go to the doctor, you are able to come to work.
TOILET USE :Entirely too much time is being spent in the toilets.a) There is now a strict 3-minute time limit in the cubicles.b) At the end of three minutes, an alarm will sound, the toilet paper roll will retract, the door will open and a picture will be taken.c) After your second offence, your picture will be posted on the company bulletin board under the “Chronic Offenders” category.d) Subsequent pictures will be sold at public auctions to raise money to pay your salary.
SURGERY :As long as you are an employee here, you need all your organs.- You should not consider removing anything. We hired you intact.- To have something removed constitutes a breach of employment.
INTERNET USAGE :All personal Internet usage will be recorded and charges will be deducted from your bonus (if any) and if we decide not to give you any, charges will be deducted from your salary.- Important Note : Charges applicable as Rs.20 per minute as we have 4MB connection.
Just for information, 73% of staff will not be entitled to any salary for next 3 months as their Internet charges have exceeded their 3 months salary.
__________________________________________________________
Thank you for your loyalty to our company. We are here to provide a positive employment experience.Therefore, all questions, comments, concerns, complaints, frustrations, irritations, aggravations, insinuations, allegations, accusations, contemplation, consternation and input should be directed elsewhere.
Best regards,HRD
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Sensational translation
I found this on the net and just loved it! The English translation of the Hindi song 'Beedi Jalai Le Jigar Se Piya'. I am putting it up on my blog:
DAAN DOONG DUDUNG DAAN DOONG DUDUNG……
NOT GLASS
NOT STOLE
COLD AIR IS ALSO AGAINST US
MOTHER IN LAW ( SASSSURRRIII…..!!!!!!!!)
NOT GLASS
NOT STOLE
COLD AIR IS ALSO AGAINST
MOTHER IN LAW ( SASSSURRRIII…..!!!!)
ITS SO CHILLY TAKE SOMEBODY’S QUILT GO AND TAKE FIRE FROM NEIGHBORS STOVE
TAKE FIRE FROM NEIGHBORS STOVE
LIT UP THE CIGGI FROM LIVER OH LOVER
THERE IS LOT OF FIRE IN THE LIVER
DAAN DOONG DUDUNG DAAN DOONG DUDUNG……
DONT NOT TAKE OUT SMOKE FROM THE LIPS DONT NOT TAKE OUT SMOKE FROM THE LIPS THE WORLD IS VERY CROOKED
LIT UP THE CIGGI FROM LIVER OH LOVER
THERE IS LOT OF FIRE IN THE LIVER
IT’S SO CHILLY TAKE SOMEBODY’S QUILT GO AND TAKE FIRE FROM NEIGHBORS STOVE
TAKE FIRE FROM NEIGHBORS STOVE
NOT GLASS
NOT STOLE
OLD AIR IS ALSO AGAINST
MOTHER IN LAW
ITS SO CHILLY TAKE SOMEBODY’S QUILT GO AND TAKE FIRE FROM NEIGHBORS STOVE
TAKE FIRE FROM NEIGHBORS STOVE
YEAH YEAH
NOT CRIME
NOT CHAOS
WITHOUT SIN DIED
U CALLED ME IN THE AFTER NOON
TALKED BANGALES
MASKED HIMSELF
BURN THE SMALL STOVE 4M FROM LIVER OH LOVER
THRE IS LOT OF FIRE IN THE LIVER
LIT UP THE CIGGI FROM LIVER OH LOVER
THERE IS LOT OF FIRE IN THE LIVER
NOT EVEN KINFE SHAPRPNEES
NOT EVEN PLOUGH OR PLOUGHER
BITE SO THAT IT LEAVE IMPRINTS
THIS CROP ANY FARMER VILL LEAVE
MAKE HOUSE OF CRUEL LIKE THIS CATO (billo)
MAKE HOUSE OF CRUEL LIKE THIS
CRUEL LIKE THIS
CRUEL LIKE THIS
MAKE HOUSE OF CRUEL LIKE THIS
NOT EVEN CALLED ME
NOT EVEN TOLD ME
U WOKE ME UP 4M SLEEP
I DONT KNOW 4M VER THIS FATE CAME
HE CAME NEAR BY MAKING ME EAT CARDAEMOM
BURN THE COAL FROM LIVER OH LOVER
THERE IS LOT OF FIRE IN THE LIVER
DAAN DOONG DUDUNG DAAN DOONG DUDUNG……
NOT GLASS
NOT STOLE
COLD AIR IS ALSO AGAINST US
MOTHER IN LAW ( SASSSURRRIII…..!!!!!!!!)
NOT GLASS
NOT STOLE
COLD AIR IS ALSO AGAINST
MOTHER IN LAW ( SASSSURRRIII…..!!!!)
ITS SO CHILLY TAKE SOMEBODY’S QUILT GO AND TAKE FIRE FROM NEIGHBORS STOVE
TAKE FIRE FROM NEIGHBORS STOVE
LIT UP THE CIGGI FROM LIVER OH LOVER
THERE IS LOT OF FIRE IN THE LIVER
DAAN DOONG DUDUNG DAAN DOONG DUDUNG……
DONT NOT TAKE OUT SMOKE FROM THE LIPS DONT NOT TAKE OUT SMOKE FROM THE LIPS THE WORLD IS VERY CROOKED
LIT UP THE CIGGI FROM LIVER OH LOVER
THERE IS LOT OF FIRE IN THE LIVER
IT’S SO CHILLY TAKE SOMEBODY’S QUILT GO AND TAKE FIRE FROM NEIGHBORS STOVE
TAKE FIRE FROM NEIGHBORS STOVE
NOT GLASS
NOT STOLE
OLD AIR IS ALSO AGAINST
MOTHER IN LAW
ITS SO CHILLY TAKE SOMEBODY’S QUILT GO AND TAKE FIRE FROM NEIGHBORS STOVE
TAKE FIRE FROM NEIGHBORS STOVE
YEAH YEAH
NOT CRIME
NOT CHAOS
WITHOUT SIN DIED
U CALLED ME IN THE AFTER NOON
TALKED BANGALES
MASKED HIMSELF
BURN THE SMALL STOVE 4M FROM LIVER OH LOVER
THRE IS LOT OF FIRE IN THE LIVER
LIT UP THE CIGGI FROM LIVER OH LOVER
THERE IS LOT OF FIRE IN THE LIVER
NOT EVEN KINFE SHAPRPNEES
NOT EVEN PLOUGH OR PLOUGHER
BITE SO THAT IT LEAVE IMPRINTS
THIS CROP ANY FARMER VILL LEAVE
MAKE HOUSE OF CRUEL LIKE THIS CATO (billo)
MAKE HOUSE OF CRUEL LIKE THIS
CRUEL LIKE THIS
CRUEL LIKE THIS
MAKE HOUSE OF CRUEL LIKE THIS
NOT EVEN CALLED ME
NOT EVEN TOLD ME
U WOKE ME UP 4M SLEEP
I DONT KNOW 4M VER THIS FATE CAME
HE CAME NEAR BY MAKING ME EAT CARDAEMOM
BURN THE COAL FROM LIVER OH LOVER
THERE IS LOT OF FIRE IN THE LIVER
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Tamil new year
It's Tamil new year today. Being Saturday, half day today at the office. Came back early and had yummy payasam, bisi bele bhaat and mango pachadi. Interesting story behind the pachadi. The pachadi has mangoes in it for sour taste, fresh neem flowers for a bitter taste and jaggery for a sweet taste. It is said that life is a combination of everything - sweet moments and sad moments. That is, the good, the not so good and the bad. We should learn to savour the joyful times and maintain our composure during sorrowful periods. This pachadi is prepared on New Year's Day to remind us of this fact. My grandma keeps telling me this every New Year's Day. Somehow, I like the concept.
Received calls and messages from friends and from relatives in Chennai. Felt good talking to everyone after a long time. In the evening, went to the nearby temple with Amma. Fed some grass to the cows there. Then went to a beautiful art gallery and a park. Had dinner outside. Was overall a nice, satisfying and soothing experience. A change from the daily hectic routine.
Wish all days could be as beautiful and enjoyable as today. :-) Wishing all the Tamilians a very happy and prosperous new year.
Received calls and messages from friends and from relatives in Chennai. Felt good talking to everyone after a long time. In the evening, went to the nearby temple with Amma. Fed some grass to the cows there. Then went to a beautiful art gallery and a park. Had dinner outside. Was overall a nice, satisfying and soothing experience. A change from the daily hectic routine.
Wish all days could be as beautiful and enjoyable as today. :-) Wishing all the Tamilians a very happy and prosperous new year.
Lost love
I trusted you with my heart,
But you broke it to pieces.
I wanted you
To walk into my life,
But you walked away.
I wanted to lean on your shoulder,
To sleep in your arms,
But you just shrugged away.
I never wanted to be alone,
But you deserted me
When I had not a single soul around.
I wanted to be a part of you,
And for you to be a part of me,
But you never did care enough.
I wanted to be
Your soulmate for ever,
But you never bared your soul to me.
I never wanted to cry again,
Not a single day in my life,
But you left me pained forever.
I wanted to kiss
All your worries away,
But you never opened your lips to me.
I poured my heart into my letters,
Meant it when I said, "I love you",
But you never did.
When you bid adieu, I still waited,
Maybe you would turn back,
But you never did.
But you broke it to pieces.
I wanted you
To walk into my life,
But you walked away.
I wanted to lean on your shoulder,
To sleep in your arms,
But you just shrugged away.
I never wanted to be alone,
But you deserted me
When I had not a single soul around.
I wanted to be a part of you,
And for you to be a part of me,
But you never did care enough.
I wanted to be
Your soulmate for ever,
But you never bared your soul to me.
I never wanted to cry again,
Not a single day in my life,
But you left me pained forever.
I wanted to kiss
All your worries away,
But you never opened your lips to me.
I poured my heart into my letters,
Meant it when I said, "I love you",
But you never did.
When you bid adieu, I still waited,
Maybe you would turn back,
But you never did.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Magic cuppa
Traffic jams, pollution, financial problems, pressure from spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend, pressure from parents, peer pressure.......phew! With all this weighing atop your head, you reach office. Just to find that you are 15 minutes late. The boss says nothing, but throws a suggestive glance at his wristwatch and raises a questioning eyebrow. "Sorry sir! Got caught in the traffic. It won't happen again!," you say and head towards your cubicle. You switch on your P.C., just to find that there is some technical fault and it will take a few minutes to repair. Exasperated, you bang your fist on your desk and sit down in your chair with your head in your hands.
Then the magic happens. The office boy comes in with your morning coffee mug. He sets it down on the table. The smell of fresh coffee relaxes you, invigorates you and eases your tensed muscles. Sip by sip, the magic elixir enters your system and revitalises you. You feel energised and refreshed now. You feel ready to take on teh world. A grumpy boss, your personal problems, bickering coworkers, a bad-tempered client, unbendable deadlines, that do-or-die meeting - you feel you can do it all now.
Strange, the way that little cuppa works from your tastebuds to your mind and entire being.
Feeling ill-tempered today? Subah coffee nahi pee kya? So grab your cup and get ready to face the day ahead and make the most of it.
Then the magic happens. The office boy comes in with your morning coffee mug. He sets it down on the table. The smell of fresh coffee relaxes you, invigorates you and eases your tensed muscles. Sip by sip, the magic elixir enters your system and revitalises you. You feel energised and refreshed now. You feel ready to take on teh world. A grumpy boss, your personal problems, bickering coworkers, a bad-tempered client, unbendable deadlines, that do-or-die meeting - you feel you can do it all now.
Strange, the way that little cuppa works from your tastebuds to your mind and entire being.
Feeling ill-tempered today? Subah coffee nahi pee kya? So grab your cup and get ready to face the day ahead and make the most of it.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Unspoken pain
The party was roaring,
Drinks were flowing,
People were enjoying,
Dancing and chatting,
And the music was blaring.
The couple entered the hall,
All eyes flew to them,
They made a handsome pair,
He in a black suit and tie,
She decked in a mod mini.
"Oh dear! You look soooooo good!,"
Many complimented her,
"So different from your daily garb,
You look so sexy!"
She just smiled,
Said nothing at all,
Looking at the gleam of admiration
In her husband's eyes.
She went to the washroom
Under the pretext
Of refreshing her lipstick,
Or, maybe, to cry.
She looked in the mirror,
A cold, made-up lady stared back at her,
It was not herself,
She felt.
She took in her attire,
Tight, low-cut top and clinging skirt,
Her long, glossy mane reduced to a layered cut,
And she cringed.
But, she chided herself,
She would say nothing to him,
She would just 'enjoy' the party as best she could,
And leave it at that.
If it made him happy,
She was happy too,
She would do as he wished,
Just as she did every other day,
Even if a part of her died every day.
Drinks were flowing,
People were enjoying,
Dancing and chatting,
And the music was blaring.
The couple entered the hall,
All eyes flew to them,
They made a handsome pair,
He in a black suit and tie,
She decked in a mod mini.
"Oh dear! You look soooooo good!,"
Many complimented her,
"So different from your daily garb,
You look so sexy!"
She just smiled,
Said nothing at all,
Looking at the gleam of admiration
In her husband's eyes.
She went to the washroom
Under the pretext
Of refreshing her lipstick,
Or, maybe, to cry.
She looked in the mirror,
A cold, made-up lady stared back at her,
It was not herself,
She felt.
She took in her attire,
Tight, low-cut top and clinging skirt,
Her long, glossy mane reduced to a layered cut,
And she cringed.
But, she chided herself,
She would say nothing to him,
She would just 'enjoy' the party as best she could,
And leave it at that.
If it made him happy,
She was happy too,
She would do as he wished,
Just as she did every other day,
Even if a part of her died every day.
Will you be mine?
Come rain, come sunshine,
Will you be by my side?
Come laughter or sorrow,
Will you hold my hand?
Will you step into my life
Just as you've stepped
Into my heart,
And left your footprints forever?
Will you be mine
And take me to be thine?
Will you be the answer
To my prayers?
Will you be my light
At the end of the dark tunnel?
Will you be the one
I can come home to?
Will you make my life more meaningful
Just by being in it?
Will you take me in your arms
And make the world drop away?
Will you be my soulmate
Forever and some more?
Will you be by my side?
Come laughter or sorrow,
Will you hold my hand?
Will you step into my life
Just as you've stepped
Into my heart,
And left your footprints forever?
Will you be mine
And take me to be thine?
Will you be the answer
To my prayers?
Will you be my light
At the end of the dark tunnel?
Will you be the one
I can come home to?
Will you make my life more meaningful
Just by being in it?
Will you take me in your arms
And make the world drop away?
Will you be my soulmate
Forever and some more?
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
My first post
Hey, my very first post. So excited about the whole thing. Was thinking of creating my blog for a long long time, but never really got around to it. Finally did it today!
Lemme start my blog with something I wrote a few weeks back. It is called 'Smelling the roses'. Here goes:
7.00 A.M. Morning alarm goes off.......
7.10 A.M. You get out of bed grumbling........
7.30 A.M. A quick glance at the headlines with your morning cuppa........
7.45 A.M. Go for a bath........
8.00 A.M. Decide your schedule for the day.........
8.30 A.M. Start for office........
8.30 A.M. Reach home from office.......have dinner, watch T.V., go to sleep......
Sounds familiar? This is the normal daily routine for most office goers of today. Whatever be your role in the organisation, you have to slog it out. You have to give your best in order to survive. Times are tough.
You leave for work when the dawn has just broken and reach home hours after the sun has set. Chances are you are becoming a workaholic, just like thousands of other career-minded people. "There is no time to stand and stare." So when do you smell the roses?
Ensure that you take the time off from your busy schedule for a friendly chat with that long-lost college pal. Take the time to reply to all those e-mails you received from well-meaning friends and relatives. Take the time to have a word with your parents. Take the time to hug your spouse and whisper a sweet something in his/her ear. Take the time to lend an ear to your child's growing-up woes. Take the time to affectionately pat the back of your neighbour's kid and say 'Hi!' to your neighbour. Take the time off for your favourite hobby. Take the time to listen to the music of the birds chirping in the morning. Take the time to gaze at the stars. Take the time to feel the sun on your face. Take the time to feel the cool breeze on your body. Take the time to count your blessings. Take the time to pray to God and to thank Him for the little pleasures in life.
Stop to smell the roses every now and then and you will find that the grind of life has suddenly become more bearable.
Lemme start my blog with something I wrote a few weeks back. It is called 'Smelling the roses'. Here goes:
7.00 A.M. Morning alarm goes off.......
7.10 A.M. You get out of bed grumbling........
7.30 A.M. A quick glance at the headlines with your morning cuppa........
7.45 A.M. Go for a bath........
8.00 A.M. Decide your schedule for the day.........
8.30 A.M. Start for office........
8.30 A.M. Reach home from office.......have dinner, watch T.V., go to sleep......
Sounds familiar? This is the normal daily routine for most office goers of today. Whatever be your role in the organisation, you have to slog it out. You have to give your best in order to survive. Times are tough.
You leave for work when the dawn has just broken and reach home hours after the sun has set. Chances are you are becoming a workaholic, just like thousands of other career-minded people. "There is no time to stand and stare." So when do you smell the roses?
Ensure that you take the time off from your busy schedule for a friendly chat with that long-lost college pal. Take the time to reply to all those e-mails you received from well-meaning friends and relatives. Take the time to have a word with your parents. Take the time to hug your spouse and whisper a sweet something in his/her ear. Take the time to lend an ear to your child's growing-up woes. Take the time to affectionately pat the back of your neighbour's kid and say 'Hi!' to your neighbour. Take the time off for your favourite hobby. Take the time to listen to the music of the birds chirping in the morning. Take the time to gaze at the stars. Take the time to feel the sun on your face. Take the time to feel the cool breeze on your body. Take the time to count your blessings. Take the time to pray to God and to thank Him for the little pleasures in life.
Stop to smell the roses every now and then and you will find that the grind of life has suddenly become more bearable.
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